I wanna write about the future. 

Something that feels like sunshine after rain.

grandmas hugs and peach cobbler, 

and those talks that ease your pain 

You know the ones I mean

They kinda hurt but they’re needed 

like the truth about growing up 

means that there’s lessons to be heeded 

And the only way to move forward 

Is to stay out of the past

But what if the past could be present

So the memories can always last

      …

I want the future to feel like

riding bikes while the sunsets

heels in hands cause our feet hurt

waiting drunkenly for hours to be seated

trying not to get upset

Oh, why can’t the future stay the past?

I don’t wanna have to “make these moments last”...

I don’t wanna pick a road 

I wanna daydream instead 

If I can be honest, I’m really just afraid 

One day I’ll make new memories, while the others fade away

But that’s the thing about it

I wouldn’t stress it if I could just ensure 

my present and my future

Look like they did before.