Myself
I'm good at driving through memory lane. Everyone knows me by name. I wink and smile and ask how everything is going with everyone I pass by languidly. But I'm still stuck in the present. It doesn't matter how many times I go back. It's something I've come to resent. What does it matter? The issue's with me. I'm too busy keeping static, how I end up being so seemingly nonexistent to everyone else. Watch them move forward, sure and steady steps to a better present and a better self. How I wish I could do that myself. I let the work take me away again, my body at work, my mind turning a bend back to memory lane. So predictable, I always act the same. And yet here I am in the present. Why should I bother looking back? It's something I've come to resent. And what does it matter? It's no longer part of me. And yet I'm too busy keeping static, how I end up being so seemingly nonexistent to ...