Revolver Poem by Tristian Ford

Everything in the world constantly changes.
People came into existence just to go to so many places.
Like old trees dying each winter to return with New leaves each spring,
A buzzing bumble bee can be marvelous
Until one feels the burn of its sting.
All these constant changes are governed by
Unchanging natural laws.
Time regulates the natural cycles of change In this world of ours.
The world spins around other circles,
In circles,
Which revolve in fixed orbits in the sky.
From the past to the future,
Unlike our lives lived in time as in a straight line.
The Moon and the Sun travel around fast, Eventually
coming back to where we are.
Freeing myself from the illusion of time
To live in the now-present moment.
But before I have even said the word,
'now'
That word
and
That moment has gotten pretty far.