Today

Freedom is when the day has no name
It needs none like the others that came before
What matters, is we call it today
And yesterday, was simply memories of another
Day when the present was beautiful
And such freedom was almost spiritual
When labels and names were needless
And all cares and worries were gone
Because our hearts and minds were free
And we were who we wanted to be
Such moments when we are young matter greatly, but without            permanence
Only later when linked together do they become life experiences of great import
So tomorrow remains unknown, except as potential
For a new today, moment’s memories essential
As long as we are free
To be who we desire to be