Future of the Past

Tonight I got lost inside the rain
Sailed through a cascading prism
Into another day

Everything I desire always goes away
maybe it’s because I want it
that it turns out that way

If I didn’t need it
then, it would probably stay
but then I wouldn’t care anyway

I keep trying to hold on to things
that I know will never last
Hoping one day the present
will turn into the past

The future
is but an answer to the questions
that we've always failed to ask