A Better Time

As surely as the countdown begins our time is not our own 
already there's the breath of the wind which bleaches bare the bones 
of the deadlines we set, of the jokes we don't get 
and forgetfulness that furrows the brow... 
no I'll never find a better time 
to be alive than now. 
So I wake up, to remainder the dream 
of personality and posture and face 
for nothing can remain as it seems 
in some perfect state of pure grace.... 
all we prize and protect only cause and effect 
but I suspect the furrow may be guiding the plough 
and I'll never find a better time 
to be alive than now. 

No better, no worse, much the same, 
we wait on the why and the when; 
no question but we'll go as we came 
with no shift in the shape of the zen 
and it is as it is and we take as we find 
always next season's buds on the bough... 
but I'll never find a better time 
hard though it is to allow 
I'll never find a better time 
to be alive than now. 

This is the life and we've only time 
to be alive right now.