The best is yet to come
Today is only a step to that
Except this has got me wishing
For once that I could stay
Scheming in the present
Relish in the feelings and the actions
For these I can control
The future though
That’s got me anxious
Time does always seem to get
The best and worst of me
This instance, it’s got me for certain
Is it defence to fight for what I have?
Or an offence to strife for what I want?
For now tied down and unable to let go
I’ll take my current self-indulgence
It’ll be my future stepping stone
Whichever ways it goes
If yielding I cannot do
Then lesson learnt or good judgement
It will be.