Taken for Granted

I'd be lucky to

experience this day

another time

I take it for granted

how the years seem

to flow

They merge and mix

it stirs to become the

swirling mist that is the past

There are no boundaries

There is what was, a milky soup

There is what is, the time taken for granted

and

There is the future, what we can only hope upon

for it is uncertain