When Time Ends
I never really used to think for tomorrow and plan for the day after that. I guess I just lived for the moment before my eyes and adapted to whatever situation came my way. I don't see myself ever caring about days to come and years to live. I like to enjoy each day that comes and goes, and I don't see anything wrong with living like that. There is only one issue that is itching under my skin. Instead of me looking forward to the future, I dwell on the past and old memories. I like to remember the days when I would sit around with my pals and smoke a blunt and listen to some crazy ass music. I miss serious relationships and thinking if we broke up the world was going to end. I even miss having a reason to argue with someone back home, and then feeling guilty about it and wanting to fix it. I don't know why but I live for yesterday and it comforting. I hate not knowing what to expect when the next sun rise happens. I'd rather look backwards in time and feel like I am right back in my home town, driving with a bowl of pot stinking up my truck with my boys. I love my past and I have no regrets for any of the things I have accomplished and done. I would rather die young, than die old because then it would mean that I would have to keep traveling further and further back to where I wish I was. Someday I will wake up and realize that my whole life I have been expecting yesterday to be today and when I see that yesterday will never come again...thats it. Maybe when I die God will grace me with a chance to be born again on Decemember 24th, 1984 and live the exact same life that I am living today.