Moving on

Furiously gasping
For the grandeur of yesteryear
But still consumed with
Dubious denial
Of the present

Break these chains
And surface for air
Breathe in the moment
A time that has become rare

I seem to be always looking
For the next distraction
To take me away from today

But it is futile
Just another extraction
From the contemporary

I'll always have a fond recollection
Of the past
But don't ask me to stay
I'm moving on
To a newborn day