Where has my conscience gone?
I thought I turned that page.
Don’t know my right from wrong
in the future age.
I found a photograph
of my wife when we were young.
I used to make her laugh.
She used to make me come.
Don’t make no difference
if I knew what might have been.
I don’t get no sympathy
from my future friends.
Don’t make difference
if I knew what I could be.
I don’t like the way I look
as the future me.
Is the future me?