Sitting in the present dreaming of yesterday and tomorrow, but always stuck in the present.
Wishing for days of old, where things didn’t seem too bad or dreaming of the future where things look like they could be better.
But the illusion of the present is ever near. Dragging you away from wishing and dreaming.
And thus the daily grind of existence lays in front of you.
Trying to drag yourself along, all the while of dreaming of the past or future.
But never being able to reach either, stuck on the road of the present.
A road full of dangers and joys. Stray too little in one direction or another, then ruin or joy awaits. Falling into a rut in that road is the most dangerous part of all.
Being trapped in the dark, only seeing the briefest glimpses of light before it’s taken away.
To be replaced with torment about what was and what could be.
Though somehow, something joyful happens to shatter the illusion of the present.
Just for a moment, all seems right and just. Then the moment passes and you once again set off on the path of the present. With a new spring in your step.
Walking that road can make a person weary, but the merest hint of a dream of a joyful yesterday or a joyful tomorrow is enough to keep you walking that path.
You may stumble, you may fall. But you will always find a way to pick yourself up.