Some days, I sit and think about the future and the what-will-be-s and the what-will-come-s.
Some days, I sit and watch the world go by as the what-will-be-s become the what-is.
Most days, I wish we are the what-is and our future is the what-will-be-s.
But I never will have the will to make you be my what-will-be. Because you seem so happy in the now.
With your Someone-New.