because all my fucking problems
are based around the past.
Drinking coffee and listening
to early aughts emo music,
trying to be mindful of the morning.
And my existence in it,
because one day my bones will decay,
while my dreams disappear into the ether.
So all that matters
is making choices for the now,
and keeping memories close.
While letting the future
do its dumb thing
which is just sitting there on the horizon.
Like Humpty Dumpty
waiting to fall to pieces
or turn into a pensive poem like this.