now.

The things I enjoyed are not what I enjoy, now. The people I loved are not who I love, now. The things I wanted are not what I want, now. Why should I limit myself to what I desire in the present, now?

Cloud

I never can say what I need to.
It's odd since I put words together
for people to make sense of.
Should I give it all up?
I'm in a cloud.
Decisions, decision.
On the fence of the sky.
I can't see to the ground.
Is it green or mud?
There's no way to tell
until I fall from the atmosphere.