Rushin’ adrenaline,
And the heart of yours, beatin’ fast;
The exaggerated thoughts and fears,
Of the sins of y’or past.
But time’s an athlete,
Sprintin’ through a straight track;
Once gone,
Shall ne’er be back.
So tell me, my friend,
Why waste the present,
Thinkin’ about ‘em past;
Live for the moment,
Cause you ne’er know,
Which is yo’r last!
-Ishaan Phukan
Libëranté. 