The Game… Did I Win Or Did I Lose And Will It Ever Stop? Poem by Confusion Undastood

So here, I was in the middle between the present and the past,
Leaning towards the present as it had more intrigue and clout.
Amusingly though, as life always is, my past and present were in the same predicament.

One wanted the fire to be rekindled yet I refused,
The other wanted us to see what would happen and go with the flow
Water and fire, which would I choose as both are earth based,
While I am air-bound.

I leaned closer to the present and decided to go with the flow
Allowing the tide to take me out to sea.
Luckily I knew how to dogpaddle and came back to shore after being
Stranded because I did not see an Island on the horizon.

In the mean time my past began to trim its undesirables
Thus was attractive once again,
However, once bitten twice shy I decided it was an illusion
Wanting the real deal, I had some water and the mirage disappeared.

So here I was supposedly a player playing the game
Not knowing the same game played by me,
was being played by them on me.

Unfortunately for them they were more invested
Thus was more hurt and just like I did,
Decided that their past was a better substitute to their present loss.

I hope the cycle ends but, I doubt it ever will
As the past has a way of repeating itself
And habitual creatures play the game the same…