Outside the window of my mind I sit day by day and watch,
I see myself and myself sees me, I am the conscience of this me.
To the left I see the path I want and know I should take, the right all if life's distractions and endless wrong decisions.
I watch as I most times do as I begin to walk towards the right while looking into my own eyes for a glimpse of no.
If I say nothing we can go ignoring the fact that this is wrong to feel the pleasures of today,
Pretending the miseries of unfulfilled wants tomorrow is somewhere far away and non existent.
I'm ashamed of myself, I know better, but if I tell myself I'm only young shame will be postponed for later.
I'm okay with this because I've trained myself to live only in the moment as if later will never come.
And when I watch as I turn to see the left path long gone and unreachable and I am stuck in tomorrow,
I will cry, and I will say I have a right to because being young gives you a right to being naive;
When I know I sat here and watched as I walked away from my future.
