Between The greatest waves only travel And those who dreamt of them wait in vain The saddest mornings are those to come They serve a bitter kiss to those who are afraid of them You say between what I am and what I want Years will interject, aeons and epochs You say between the tomorrow and the yesterday there will be a today filled with regrets Only the most tense brows know Words which wanted so much but were shy to come out The most innocuous lies stare you in the eyes And those who hold vigil with them learn to love Who I was yesterday, what my plans are for tomorrow… I can understand the analytical constructs of past, present, and future, ultimately taking them as universal constants. The past or future can only be lived in the present.