Every day
We are constantly caught
Between a past
We can no longer touch
And a future
We can
Not yet see
And every moment
Shapes said future
So why then
Do we spend
So much more time
Dwelling on
And trying to
Make up for
Our past
When we could be
And should be
More focused on
Both living
In the moment
We can never get back
And shaping the future
With what we do now
To be something
So great
That we don't
Keep looking back
At our past
With nothing more
Than the regret
We caused ourselves
To live with