An inch into your present
Can be a yard into your destiny
A crease into your now
May be a crack into your then
A step in your immediate
Can be a mile in your forever
A spark at your beginning
May be explosive at your end
Oh script writer of the future
Oh lone custodian of past
Sands of time are on your fingertips
Use it sensibly, use it fast
Let there be no uncertain future
You who foresee the unforeseen
Understand how on your now
Your very future rest and lean
The bridge of your tomorrows
Lies upon the hinge of change
The screws that hold those hinges
Your decisions rearrange
So sit on by and do just nothing
Or get up and get on the go
For sure your action brings reaction
And you’ll reap just what you sow
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