to smile about moments come and gone,
never moving from the bed with daydream-riddled pillows and pleasant memories.
It's too late
to wish you could live in the past,
to leave your future wandering the winding streets of time
all alone.
It's too late
to harbor hate and feel it grating on your skin like a weight
or sedate the part of you that screams,
"Don't wait!"
Why does it never feel too late?
We say tomorrow,
next week,
in a year,
yet find ourselves trapped in our excuses like clockwork
as the clock works against us.
It's too late
to hold on to pain.
Let it go.
Ingrain in your mind the hope of a new day
for the sake of your mental state.
Don't say it's too late,
because the clock is yours to manipulate.
Make the change you needed yesterday
today.
It's too late to stay in the past,
but it's never too late to come back.