I miss what once had been,
crave what will become,
desire what I do not have,
and forget where I am from.
I live in the tomorrow,
forget about today.
Then I live in the memories
as though I've hit replay.
I forget about the present.
Remember only what was
or could someday be.
I forget about my current life,
and instead wish to be free.
Free like I was,
free like I will be,
the freedom that life
doesn't want me to see.
Tomorrow, yesterday, but never today
I was free
I will be free
but you never know, what freedom shall truly be.
