An Ode to Mystery... or History

When I wake up, when I grow up, when I live it up. Whenever ever seems to never be around for me is when I'll be. Be the person, the boy, the man, the thing that makes me who I am. But now is short and now is gone, later approaches as has gone on. I will live in the future, yet dwell in the past. The future in time, will someday be mine.