What a life

I'm going around the past
I'm greeting my awaken desperate
It is telling me about my poor nights
It is telling me about the fragile and wounds
as I jumped into the present
I'm coming into the garden of responsibility
It is full of happiness and joyness
but I really have less common with my thoughts
I'm missing something in the presents of the past
I search for the cure of the wounds of the past
But the clock is telling me it is impossible and late
so I just wake up and becoming hopeful for the future
Life is all the future and the past
because the present is going fast