another grey morning

another grey morning
Originally uploaded by rod lewis

One of the most difficult things about waiting is being lost between then and now, what has been and what will come. To dwell in what has been is to lose hope in what is to come.
But to be lost in what will be often results in the loss of now. One wakes up one day and asks "how did I get here?" when did now arrive?
Is "then" past or future?
It can be quite a mystery,
this mist of now and history;
Is tomorrow but reflection of today?
Those who don't know the future are bound to repeat the past.