How can you look forward,
when all I can see is the past?
The ever-changing days ahead
will only leave yesterday unsurpassed.
Nothing in our future time
can change the departed age.
Where life was lenient, time was truthful,
and responsibility wasn’t a cage.
What does tomorrow have to give,
save for questions, doubts, and the pain?
You must see a different future than I…
Or is it me fighting against the grain?
Surely there are good things yet to come,
hand in hand with the bad, not a curse;
maybe your view—the positive one—
can see all the negatives reversed.
Is it possible for life to be inherently good?
Can tomorrow bring hope from the gloom?
Maybe while I was busy looking back,
the future is beginning to bloom.