The Ignorant Half

I am the most integral part

You all live, all the time

Still being snubbed every time.

Nothing proceeds without passing me

The path of victory is always through me

Still, I don't know why people fail to recognize me.

Every time they live in me

They prefer to turn back and see

Failing to enjoy me, when they are in me.

Brooding in the past is hopeless

Once you have hopped in newness

Ruining all that is now, for the past sadness.

Anxious for what has not yet passed through

Is of no gain, when you're still passing me through

For yet I'm not gone, and the futuristic hasn't set in through.

I am the now, which you live most of your time

Still, do not attend to me, all the time

Deliberately giving my share to past or future time.

This habit is ingrained deep down in your soul

That you don't know the taste of lightness

You enjoy living in what is called now.