why do we lie and pretend
that everything’ll be fine without end
happy now, honest, not in the least bit scared
that tomorrow will catch one unawares
every day spent looking to the past
trying to make it last so nostalgia can never fade
or dreaming of the future and living in its haze.
always hoping that something better will come along
but never looking.
— this has been hanging around in embryonic form for a few years. seem to have finally got out it today, though.