What was, was …
What is, is …
What will be,
Could be anything,
Or nothing at all.

Whatever it becomes will only stray
For the flicker of an eye, the beat of a heart,
Then it will change, as all things must.
Some things I wish would not change

While other unwelcome quests
We are happier when they leave
Everything has its purpose whereas I
Having been playing along with mine.

Desire comes and desire fades
Anger, joy, laughter, tears, all as the need
At once our forever companion
The next moment but a memory.

What was, was …
What is, is …
What will be,
It’ll be whatever it will.
Deal with it then, not before.

Instinct and analysis are both useful
Just not both together at the one time.