the future doesn't belong here

[. u n o r d i n a r y .]

The years creep slowly through my mind
both of the good and bad.
the times of joy,
the times of sorrow.
trips to the zoo,
times with the flu.
When I was a kid the times were grand.
the future, it seems
is the only topic on their tongues to discuss.
True,
my future is looking pretty bright,
but it’s so overwhelming I feel I need to fight
every moment it’s brought up.
It’s too far away.
I don’t need to prepare for a few more years.
Please, just give me my years
of relaxation and freedom
before I have to start getting serious.
The times before were all play,
now the times are rough,
but the times ahead are full of stuff I’m not yet ready for.
this is neither the time nor the place
for the future to take up space.