require another voice

not understanding
future means we will botch it
the past counts far less

it will never go
but we cannot visit there
tomorrow will come

we cannot change that
even through being absent
we are not central

the words will alter
if we don't change we will die
so we need to dance

to each new measure
even if our feet are slow
still we must tread them

time leaves wounds open
if the healer does not come
there is no magic

rival ideas will
always challenge our wisdom
life will demand it

accept the moment
what comes next won't be evil
unless we wish it