I have a problem with the present tense
And the future is too far away;
The past is where I long to be,
The past is where my joy remains.
What I’ve become is still unclear,
What I’ll be is too hard a row.
I know what I used to be
And that is all I know.
I could have chosen to step off this ride;
I could have ended it with ease
But too many loved ones hold me dear,
For me to act so thoughtlessly.
If heaven holds a place for me
Beside my darling Cathie
Then for now it’s just a waiting game,
What will be will be.