The Present of The Future

It is human nature to dwell in days gone by; to wish for the past
To want to relive those dead moments
And it’s not always because those days were much more pleasant
Or because they brought upon us good tidings
In fact, in most cases they could be some the worst moments
The time when we made bad decisions
And lived totally wrong
But we wouldn’t mind going back
If only to have something we are familiar with
To have a comfort zone
They say that familiarity breeds contempt
Yet yesterday remains the devil that we know
And tomorrow presents unchartered waters
A place we have not been before, and no one knows for certain
What it my present to us or hold for our taking
But in spite of our ignorance of what tomorrow might bring
History still suggests that e have been there before
That tomorrow has taken place in the past
That we have been there before, uttered those very words
Walked up those steps and through that hallway
Maybe in this life, maybe in the life before
But it has happened for certain
And we are but treads on a conveyor belt
We want to see tomorrow, to experience a new dawn
To know what it holds
We are just apprehensive about being a part of it
Afraid of risk and brutality of a future gone wrong
Our children’s’ present
Destroyed by our parents’ past.