A Future To Forget

There were times i'm after When even times are nothing more When pursuing becomes a bother What is it i need to be rooting for? I listen to myself for once Am i too stubborn shall even myself i ignore Nights for days' stolen glance Where was i ever even before? The more i started to listen The more i cannot hear Have i more to reason? I'm afraid but i do not fear Those were, that was, once is Moments deserving memories to only remember Where minds yearn to republish Did we all not try to forget the future altogether Times are perhaps nothing more What exactly am i after? I am my one vote for meself be rooting for Somehow... it becomes a bother