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.