Depressed & Still

Endless search of the final difference

To the day I do not know, I beg the motionless wanderer forward. Calling for this piece of next, craving the difference only tomorrow can see. Hold me not in these bindings; slaving thyself to past. But murder these memories that taint the possible imaginings for a profitable mind. Capture the nature of hindsight and move it not for prediction of future rendering; the motions of foresight taunt their user in circles.
Survive with surety through repitition or make a moments difference and starve the latter’s conditioning. For a better day one does not know until it is now and later. Decide your future and hold to a past.
Take to yesterday with understanding, rejoice with curiosity for tomorrow, and today, let’s make a difference through the unknown.