The Past, The Present And The Future

Why do we destroy to build? Why do we love and then later turn to hate? Why do we have to be kind to be cruel? And why do we tell lies only to seek the truth? Why do we laugh only to cry afterwards? There is a passion in your eyes That reads out an impatient fashion You have lived in the past When you know damn well you can live in the present You keep regretting your moves Without realising you are losing your groove This smile is not one of love This touch is not of tender warmth This kiss is not of utmost passion And we will know our fate today Either moving in victory or defeat to pass the day And I know my thoughts have been wounded And my hopes have been melted into flames But I will plant new seeds of faith For tomorrow is the present And next tomorrow is the future The conflicts we inflict upon our fellow men and women Each day one of us lures someone or more into the lion's den These words are not words of wisdom This promise is not one of saving grace This gesture is not of innocence And here I am alive to tell That what goes backwards will eventually go forward I stare into eyes that were once full of light But now I perceive your doubt and darkness For when it rains and black clouds bark like thunder Who will stand by you in the rain? I see in your eyes all the pain But you have not learnt your lesson and all has been in vain. Why live in the past When we live in the present? Why live in the past When there is a future? Copyright 2014 Sylvia Lovina Chidi