Up and Down we go

When, at the prime of our lives, the future looms
Smiling at our faces, we begin to realize
We can either wave her away,
Or yank her with our make-believe reins,
Tugging her closer to come
Quench our thirst for fulfillment.

We hang-on to the see-saw that is life,
Close our eyes and lose ourselves.
As we bob and gag a laugh,
We raise our heads to the skies
And wonder why we keep forgetting
To live here. Now.