many moments
I catch myself
looking ahead
I am dying in bed
I am already dead
I don't know what will happen
but I try to see
what will happen to us
what will happen to me
I look into the future
the future looks back
envying my smooth skin
and the time I have left
pitying me for silly mistakes
I still make
laughing
at the naivete
trending today
and the future
I see it branch out like a tree
many branches
but they are all looking at me
I am a memory
I haunt them
every one
with the things I do now
that cannot be undone
petty quarrels
that I would do better to question
questing for laurels
I'm too restless to rest on
I'll make my mistakes
till the branches all break
it is not the future
it is always today