Fleeting

Only here for a minute,
I struggle and fight to acquire.

Only ever had now,
I stress about yesterday and tomorrow.

Only have this one instance of me —
but desperate to be you.

I stay upset by your tone,
and controlled by my temper.

Obsessed about days long gone,
crying about what I wish I did or didn’t do,
aging myself,
breaking my own heart
by repeating the same exercise.

It’s pointless.

So I decided to defy the emotions that try to control me —
look past the circumstances that agitate me —
and be here, right now.

For it’s all fleeting.

I am me, right now,
in this moment.

How grand is this calamity.