It's hard to enjoy every moment
When my mind's constantly looking ahead,
Ruining any chance of me fully appreciating the present ever again.

Time is a funny thing...
Always pushing us forward,
But leaving us wishing we could stand still and keep the present close.

Is there such thing as the present?
Or does every moment come and go?
Leaving us always in the future
Never allowing us to be in control?
*jm