Unwrapping that present
New, shiny, and unburdened.
Looking forward to that new gift
But soon, weeks pass
That present is now past
A gift never cared for or used.
It’s the stuff of dreams
The meat of our desires
Wanting what will be to be today’s now.
Forgetting the now for tomorrow’s today.
Wishing for a day that isn’t then.
It’s all gone.
The now you desired is today
But the past you dreaded is the tomorrow’s today you want now.
Never did you dream
That you’d want
The past’s present.