I keep living in the glory days
Looking at my past
When I should be focused on the present
Future not for told but it also isn't promised.
How can I live so bold?
When I'm weak and undecided
The calamity unfolds
It's dark and so forbidden
My tears I can no longer hold
My fears have gotten to me
Rejection is my enemy yet sometimes it feels so welcoming
My sins are a list long
My goals even longer
I can't decide what is wrong
Because I'm way too unfocused
The pain it stabs blindly
No particular pattern
The scars left behind the wounds
Will never fade completely
How am I to focus on the present?
When the past still comes to haunt me
So many roads I could have taken
So many choices I've been mistaken
I can't regret what has made me
I can't regret my choices
Yet still I dream nightly
Of the many paths I could have taken
The paths that I wish I took instead of the one I did
Although if I had altered my decisions even slightly
This me of today would not exist
How can I expect to look forward?
If I'm always looking behind
I need to focus on my present
Because the future is not promised and the past is already dead.