Tomorrow comes never
Today will always last
Yesterday is a figment of imagination,
an insubstantial past.
What will I do with this endless now?
Claw backward searching for things that are lost?
Live in search of memories long gone,
chasing ghosts, no matter the cost?
I’ve been down that road —
it travels an endless loop,
repeating the same scenery
disguised as comfort and truth.
I choose to live freely,
creating each moment anew.
My past is my story.
But my now defines me, through and through.