There

I am never really here, I am always there,

Singing songs of morrow - the music blares,

Yes I love today - the things that make my day,

Yet there's a string that pulls me away.

The butterflies of tomorrow fly by me,

leaving me in sparkles floating free,

Oh the beauty!! the seductive tease,

Of ma ideas performing a striptease.

Taking shape, growing, taking form,

Dancing to its own music, buried for so long,

Opening up with grace, standing tall

Oh what a performance!! Applause Applause Applause

The color red, the strong scent,

the bold use of hands, the enchantment

My eyes, my thoughts, my ears, my nose

Are all absorbed in tomorrow's shows.

The future is more real than the present picture

My present is completely drowned in the perfect future

The moral of this graphic picture..is...

My present is my future

My future is my present.