This is me

I've lived for years, will live in years to be,
This is who I am, Now is when I wish to be,

Midst dark jungles of past, and saps of future trees,
Missing are flowers of today, and the essence of peace,

Filled of tomorrow's resolves, regrets for yesterday,
Mists of moments far and gone, fog skies of today,

I count the words, hum the grooves,
Yearn for trance, where silence moves,

One may live in moments, or never in eternity,
One may fly in fall, if one leaves prudity,

Strive I may, never become still and pure,
I remain in unrest, preyed by lust and lure,

Drowned in mud of expectance, whirls of partiality,
I aim for rivers of serene, currents of clarity,

I look for uniform, but act with volatility,
Confronted, in what I seek and my identity,

We all play parts, in the cosmic mystery,
I wish the stage of now, not future nor history.