A World Which Grows Smaller By The Day

It's absurd
How something as astonishing as the universe
Could be reduced down to a room in a building, on a street in a town
So that as you live from day to day
Your world starts to look the same.

The insistence on the here and now over the been and gone or the up and coming
When the here and now has been that way for some time itself
And will stay that way without intent on something else
Be it hindsight or foresight, it's good to see more than blindsides
And be it sooner or later, it's good to get it done
Whatever it may be, it too easily could have been.

A productive routine to form habits or a schedule to earn wages
A fine difference like that of insanity and genius
Where those worlds collides, dreams are often shunned
In place of the practical considerations
And an insistence on conforming practice
From the bygone youth in our elders bodies
Who yearn to see a repetition of their adolescence
When the here and now's which meant the most
Were yet to be replaced
By the would have, should have, could have's
Of those who shunned the future and the past
And now wish to propel you towards what they wish they'd grasped
Through the same means which left them pining
For better times.