If I want to rub my past, My present doesn't last... If I want to rub my past, My present doesn't last...

Lets just end this, No more sorry, no more please, Lets just end this, No more sorry, no more please,

But where everything is dependent on the present Without the present, there's no future, no past. But where everything is dependent on the present Without the present, there's...

With trembling hands and restless feet, They, at once, emerge from the burrows... With trembling hands and restless feet, They, at once, emerge from the burrow...

Bitter is the taste of things in the past But better is the feel as we delight On every moment... Bitter is the taste of things in the past But better is the feel as we deligh...

The poem shows what we feel at times about life. The poem shows what we feel at times about life.