Playing with Tenses

Where are the bells? When will they ring? Had they already come? 
Today is a beautiful day. As the sun rises and moon falls the day is dawn. I am in control of what I say and what I do. What I do is an improvise it is character defining. Even under a schedule or a plan nothing is certain. Influenced,? Perhaps, but for now this is reality.
Tomorrow will be what it may. Forecast of rain? Undoubtedly it will change from what it is right now, but it is nothing to fear. We have faced it, we will always face it. Preparations will be of a minimum. What can be brought into the future? Well that is not in my power.   
Unlike my brothers, I am the past. The yesterday that has questioned, and will watch you. I have answers, data, and examples that could comfort or destroy. But place your trust in another for I am an interpretation. I am a version of your own reflection, so perhaps that is why I like to occupy the present.
The clock strikes.

Reflection

Ah, blasted words
You stick to my tongue
As if you were glue
Yet your paste, though viscous
Cannot stick
My scattered shards
Back together

Such a Silly Notion

Blurried vision
Choices to be made
Why can't I frame this thought
I see why you leave
but with a second glance
Just to weld my mind
Sometimes I just get low
When dreaming
of a land different
What a clever theif you are
to take all at the start
promising away will be far
Like the world is just art