I’ve been told to ignore the future,
I’ve been asked to forget the past.
But what is the present
Without a tomorrow?
An action… no cause or consequence,
A word with no meaning,
A death with no birth…
Just a moment lost in time,
With no other to compare…
One more lie…
No truth in sight.

I refuse to be blind!
I will cry!
I will laugh!
I shall cherish the past…
Live…
And simply…
Continue…

Olga León © 2001