Now, what?

Now, there is a drift,
Now, there is a stir,
As the pieces fall in place,
So the picture is ablur.
Now, there're reasons to be nice,
Now, feelings spiral out-of-control,
As the days looked-forward-to approach,
In the stack of hay, we roll.
We see, we love, we think,
We say we think we love,
What's happened is clear but how,
Do we care for what's in store?
All we care is here and now.