Here all the time*

Here all the time*

I walk though life with this outline of skin

Everywhere that I am, I am where I begin

So how can I ever believe of a future ahead

When in fact that future is here instead

So where did this notion come from that it made its claim

Seems that when you strive for this, you bring on more pain

The essence of leaving right where one can be

In seeking someplace from here to be happy

But that cannot ever be for here will never be there

Even if you get to that place, there is still here

Why do I then fool myself in such illusion to see

There is really nothing outside of myself but within me is me

So then the more that I can see this me that is within

It is not an external that points back but me again and again

Hence then suffering in the objective is time

But in detachment of this, here will always be fine 

Dom*Colucci 2015