Myopicy Poem by David Thomas

I live in the moment
and i see only present tense
i need to look past life, myself, the biggies
and see what lay in rest in my future
so that i know where to go
and how to get there
But i can't find hope and i've run out
of options, time, of rope
so i have no where to turn except
me. myself. i.
those people that i've always dreaded,
and i wish somehow
oh i wish so much
that i could just turn back the clock
and make all of the hurt go away
but then what kind of person would that make
me? myself? i?
i'm no stronghold
no moral asylum.
i'm human just like
you. him. her.
So why can't life just let me be?
i'm afraid of it all,
it's clear as can be and yet
i keep walking, always moving
towards some unknown entity
that will one day shape
the rest of my life.
and there's nothing i can do about it.