I look back
At the poems I write
And comprehend that
I have spent my time
Missing the past

No matter
How bad I want it
Or how hard I wish it was my present
I can't relive that moment
Because the past is the past

Now
All I can do
Is wonder how my future looks
If it shines bright
Or if it is drowned in darkness
Either way
The past is gone
And now comes the future
All I can do
Is yearn
And hope it's gonna be good