the never-ending present

this waiting here for a bus

is better than its coming

every day it always does

as i daydream or kick some dirt

or throw a rock or check my watch

or catch my reflection

and it barely makes an impression

in the never-ending present

this working from the inside out

this stepping to the easel

is going to run you into results

and then there's the materials

to see beyond your shoes

reflected in the polish

and see some images of truth

beautifully demolished

and it barely makes an impression

on the never-ending present

steel yourself against the cold

or look for semi-precious shade

when the bus crests that hill

love and hate are just the same

watching as the money drops

every day it always does

maybe there's a song in here

no

and in fact there never was

nothing but a little expression

from the never ending present

just me doing my impression

of the never-ending present