Funny how a fickle heart works:
always pining for what was then
and loving to hate this moment,
oft returning to way back when.
Regretful of all that are gone,
dismissive of the present day,
it cannot wait to get past now
rushing forward to get away.
But wait until tomorrow comes
when today is a faded memory,
heart will pause foolishly longing
for that it cursed just yesterday!