Dreaming of the Past.

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.