The now.

Fly to the moon and back.

Slide down the rainbows of a fantasy world.

Climb the biggest hill you can find,

And dont stop untill you know you've reached the end.

Sing your souls thoughts.

Let them know how you feel,

Act on impulse.

And don't regret the past.

Because whats done is done.

And whats past is past.

The future has yet to come,

Full of the unknown.

All you have is the presant.

The now.

Live like theres no tomorrow, with no regrets,

In love or any other part of life.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I love the imagery here. Its like being in a dream

[The Perfectionist]

Ooh, so very close. This was fantastic, resounding and imaginative, and then...the ending. Oh the ending, how you manage to ruin an otherwise excellent poem. It just has no business being there. Take it out, take it out. Granted without it, the poem has no ending, so put something else in, but that line just...just no. Leave love out of this.

Also, spelling corrections

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present