Future Tense

I'm drowning in what's next while the present disappears.
Maybe I could stay inside this single breath,
Stop rehearsing endings, stop planning for what's left.
I'm living in future tense, skipping what's happening now.
Always three steps forward,
Forgetting how to bow to what's right in front of me,
To who I am right here.
I'm drowning in what's next while the present disappears.