sometimes
i am thinking so far
into the future
the present
is a blur
of external stimuli
i tune out

sometimes
i get so transfixed
on the problems
of today
i forget
that the future
holds promises
as yet unfurled

mostly
i want to crawl into bed
and sleep
for roughly a decade
wake up
with a long beard
take the most satisfying
piss of my life
sip coffee
while watching the world
burn
a chorus of screams
in the distance
like the birds
trilling
in the bushes

it’s the sometimes
that ensnare
while the mostly
goes unfulfilled