The time is now

Life is tragic in its magic
to heal your every wound.
Bound to the ground
tethered to the hound
we ride each day tell noon.
We die but don't expire
as we move higher in lifes dream
where others will grasp upon
and become its very theme
Don't look down, don't look back
once you've grabbed ahold the plow,
for it's time to grow far more spiritual food
and in fact the time is now.