Now: A Poem

I feel nostalgia for yesterday and hope for tomorrow,

I am always suspended in the moment, dancing on the fabric of time,

Traveling through the day like a passenger on a train,

Watching scenery go by without noticing the passing of seconds,

Am I the focal point in a blurred world,

Or just another wave in a sea of motion?

Are my steps leading somewhere,

Or is my path a maze of confusion?

I wait, I live, I breathe,

I forget yesterday and long for tomorrow.