Alien gurus extol the moment as an abode of being
Their wisdom says live in the now
For what you feel is all there is
I say the now is a range for animals
And the flesh a feast for natives
Men reside in their destiny
Crafting its final form
With each fleeting moment
So savor the passage but live for beyond
Live for the morrow of yore
For the day after the last
When all is done
And time is no more
For as the living ends
There begins your soul