The problem is
The problem is I live in the past
I do
Yesterday was better than today
Yesterday was not like today.
And tomorrow
Tomorrow worries me to no end
Tomorrow I’m going to lose something
Tomorrow I lose a bit more time
And so I live
In fearful anticipation for tomorrow
And in somber rememberance of yesterday
So every today, I find myself simply in transit
And while I’m at the helm of this ship
I’m carried by unpredictable winds
So every today, I’m not here at all.
I was there yesterday.
