You can spend me, but you can't hold me tight, I'm always moving from morning to night. Too long for a moment, too short for a day. Not in the present, I fade as I stay.

My first part some slushy chow, My second what you're probably in right now. My whole rises quietly in forests dark, In many dishes my earthy flavors I impart.

Remove my third for a draw Flip me and I become a change to a file Unchanged I am what surfers look for

I’m what you do each morning before leaving your bed, A slice of the day as your routine gets fed, but catch me behind a boat, and I’ll rock and sway. Hold tight to your balance, or I’ll ruin your day

Should times long past be forgot at me? Or should I be the start of someone new?