The Phlegmatic Being

The present shall become past
This moment can give way fast,
To some with hope they don't want
Letting go for some they can't,
This moment bleeds life in haste
So its bliss being can taste;
One who enjoys current trend
Finds all rivers slowly bend,
To a sea that levels all
The waves that rise also fall,
One who detests this moment
Wants to end its element;
To a sea that lends surprise
The waves that fall also rise,
Like a ship that thou shall sway;
Your being blessed anyway!