Mixed Tape of Our Mistakes

Everyone’s always rewinding

Reversing…and going further back

Trying to relive moments

That should only now be a memory

Maybe not forgotten

But maybe, just maybe

Maybe not a yearning


I’m always forwarding

Looking for ways it’s going to be

Different yet the same

Tomorrow, the day after

The next hour still

Any instance that’s not lived yet

Is a time for a’planning


Nobody’s only playing

For sure

Looking back on yesterday’s transgressions

Counting on tomorrow’s failures

We are

Not looking for the pause button

Only waiting for that inevitable stop to end it all.


What do you think?