So what is this future we stare at in fear
    what substance this projection of mind.
How dare we design a moment in time.  
    where impermanence is all that we find.

Each conscious day existing on earth
    conjuring a vision to reach
A future that flows and contorts
    as sand is adrift on a beach

Planning love and peace and happiness
    a personal perfection to derail
Wanting and seeking a moment of heaven
    while trapped by a demon named fail

So what of this future we crave with such fear
    and chase each draw of our breath.
Pointlessly craving some moment in time
    when the achievable future is death!