Today

Isn’t today the present I should be in,
but am struggling hard to be?
Isn’t today the yesterday of tomorrow,
which seems easy compared to tomorrow’s today?
Isn’t today a game of focus, mindfulness,
and not a game of planning the next minute?
Isn’t today just a word,
to which we sometimes attribute our entire world?
Isn’t today different for you and me,
yet we end up comparing ourselves all the time?
Isn’t today just another place we go to everyday,
through the same path but to reach a different destination everytime?

Is today supposed to be so difficult,
that we don’t take it as it comes,
with every minute, every hour?
Is today so difficult,
that we’re stuck in the past or the future,
but never seem to see it for what it is,
and what it offers?