So much time is spent
Dwelling on the perfection of days long gone past
On loveliness of the sun and the breeze
Beyond reproduction
Living inside the what ifs the could haves
So much time straining towards
Improbable future
That the glory of breathing today is lost
The planet travels at such a speed
Through the universe
That from moment to moment
We are hurtled an impossible distance
It is too far to travel back
And the pathways forward are innumerable