Future Nor Past

Without plan. Without a ride.
I try to run. I try to hide.
Waking to no more than the present,
I stare up and see the current moon-like crescent.
Always there, but never past or future.
Still there hasn't been a cure.
A cure to fix things, to go ahead or back in time.
To undo our so called crimes.
I have no future. No past.
But these present times seem to go by way to fast.
God help us see the future and what is to come.
God help us see the past and what we have done.
We need your eye's.
Our past and future seem disguised.