People have a habit of living in the past
For me it's the future
I just can't stop myself
Thinking about what will happen in the next day
Or the next
Or the next
I live for the future
I live in tomorrow
An unattainable time slot
An untouchable dream
I live for next week
I thrive for next month
All of me buzzes about the future
So I sit at home
At school
Anywhere
Dreaming, hoping, living
All for the future
So, if you'll excuse me
I have to go
Back to tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
Collection of the dark days
PoesíaWarning these will be either depressing or uplifting. Read at your own discretion
