My thoughts constantly oscillate,
Between what the past bestowed and what the future beholds,
I am reminded every now and then to live in the present,
But I fail miserably after few attempts.

It’s a force to reckon with, like an unruly storm,
Cannot be ceased, cannot be tamed,
It takes me to the beautiful mornings I couldn’t stop laughing,
And also, to the cruel nights I cried myself to sleep.