For better or for worse,
The future becomes the past.

People have show up in my life;
Unexpectedly, or through a process,
But some disappear without a trace.
They come with intentions, expectations,
They departure with memories
And feelings of all kinds.

For better or for worse,
The future becomes the past.

Memorise fancy our craving,
Because they are worth saving.
Memories are keepsakes,
Treasures of the heart and soul.
Something to hold onto,
And so very dear to the keeper.

For better or for worse,
The future becomes the past.

I seem to relive the past;
sometimes it feels like the only way.
And sometimes I’m completely lost,
drowned in my thoughts.

For better or for worse,
The future becomes the past.

I've found myself waiting at times.
For someone or something to save me.
But I’m smarter now,
And I've found a ways to save myself.

For better or for worse,
The future becomes the past.