someday
I used to say someday
someday I can go do this
and be that
and have these
with all of them
and be with you
But it all became today
and tomorrow
and next week
right now.
What happened
to all the time in between?
My maybe someday dreams
became current nightmares
boring everydays
same old
same old.
I used to long for a life like this
but now that it's mine
I wonder why
I wanted it so badly.
when all I ever wanted
really was right in front of me.
all those corny sayings
telling me over
and over
and over
You never know what you got until it's gone
so they were right.
because I still wish
I could go to yesterday
and last night
and that one time
and even a couple years ago.
I miss all the time in between.
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