gifted

I wonder in the past
spent years chasing lost years
they mask my sorrow
for i miss tomorrow and the next
i stand perplexed
so i start to reach ahead
i breach the limit of my struggle
for when im there, im stuck and troubled
thinking of the last time
its always better in the past times
the present missed again
an everlasting friend never greeted
he must have felt defeat by now
persistent as always he waits
i sit, write and glaze over
living in dreams, lost in time
maybe i fear the moment
or maybe i am blind