I feel bad.
I feel bad for wanting it back so bad.
Wanting the past and not looking to the future.
Ignoring the present and dreaming of days long past.
So I put my blinders on.
Put them on so I could only see the here the now
And when I look off to the distance I can see the future.
I don’t want to be one of those sad saps
Always recalling the glory days.
I am determined to make every day a glory day.
I feel like I am degrading those I have.
Like what they offer is nothing compared to what I had.
So I feel bad.
I feel bad for dreaming of a past I can’t go back to.