how time flies.

i moved into your neighborhood,

now you moved onto my street.

the tension between being close and far simultaneously;

time like a rubber band catapulting into the future,

then oscillating between the future and the past.

i dont know what advice to take;

some say plan for your future, 

while others say "live in the moment."

my therapist says there is no present, just past or future.

the present is a headspace, as life blooms and dies all around.

i used to bike away from the sunset for so long,

now i bike towards it as if it's the prettiest view.

i can't keep up but i'm trying

because it makes me realize life is beautiful no matter what.

even if i'm far behind you,

please promise to never move off of my street.