The Present's Future's Past

I lay in my bed, the silence is still.
i play a song with no words, for there's more meaning than what words can give me to feel.
i ponder upon thoughts of my life as it's been lived,
i ponder upon thoughts of things i remember i should've did.

i stare aimlessly as if somethings looking back,
the ancient to recent things of my past.
when i was four did i really do that?
this past friday should have i drank all of that?

i think of the things that were temporary regrets,
i reminisce on the things that i'll never forget.
the ones that made me smile, the ones that made me frown.
the ones that straightened me up when i fell to the ground.

some things i laugh about, some things i scorn.
none of them i wish were never done before.
i regret nothing of my past, it's apart of me.
i learned from my mistakes, respectfully.

next i see tomorrow, i see what i am to be.
twenty years later, with a new life instore that's beguiling.
success is what i want, happiness is what i'll need.
something more important than what it really seems.

a realization strikes me, my thoughts fade away.
twenty years from now isn't in the moment, it's not today.
i am not assured that my physical self will continue to be here.
i come back to reality, sitting in my bed, the silence still.

what's done is done, what's in the future is unknown.
remember where you've come from, but remember you have to grow.
live your life happy, live your life for today.
take no one for granted, 'cause nothing's promised another day.