The weeks seem to just go by.

Since the first week in March,
We were always looking ahead,
Watching for the next weekend,
Waiting for the day to go by.
Every week was a fresh start gone wrong.

And just like that, a month went by.
New goals were written afresh.

Another week of nothingness
Another one lost to lethargy and pattern.

Out of nowhere,
The entire vacation is over.
There's no time left for me.

Now to count the days to the next one.
And the next. And the one after that.

Now a year has passed,
and then a decade,
and then a lifetime.

As I dreamt of the next day
with rose-tinted glasses,
I forgot about my present, my now,
and my entire life has gone by-
And I remain none the better
for dreaming of a better tomorrow.

(My whole life has passed,
and I am left just as lonely)