Thinking

I often let my mind take over,
What else is there to do, when you're alone?
Sometimes, I think about the past.
(What my nightmares are made of)
I wonder if that really happened?
Rarely, about the future.

(What dreams are supposed to be made of ?)
I wonder if that will really happen?
Mostly though, I think about the present.
(What's here and what's now)
Something that's easy to wonder about.
..............
They say the past makes us who we are,
It's no wonder I'm fucked up.
The future is suppose to be brighter,
... But everything will fuck up ( pessimistic much?)
The present is a chance to live,
Unfortunately, I choose to think.