Old Poem Deux

Just a little background info on this poem, I wrote this a couple months before graduation senior year in the thoughts of my impending college years. This poem still seems to be true now that I'm almost half done with my Bachelors and starting on my major/minor classes. It's crazy to think that in two years from now, I'll be graduating again. I still have a bit of time before that, but when I was starting to try and pick classes for my next semester I was reminded of this poem. So I thought I'd share it. (:

It's Coming
I see each day flying past.
It's a blur and before I know it,
It'll all be gone.
The future is quickly approaching
And I'm not sure that I'm ready.
No one ever warned me
It would go this fast.
I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality.
I'm too set on snatching all my yesterdays,
Retrieving memories from the long lost past.
It's safer there, knowing what's to come.
But yesterdays can't keep my tomorrows from coming.
Whether we like it or not,
We all have to face our fates.
The future is coming.
We can't stop it, control it, or even delay it.
The good thing is, it's never too late.
Life is continuous and ever-changing.
But if you wait forever,
It might just pass you by.
I'm finally ready to grab onto Life
Because no matter what the future holds,
It's got to be better
Than just dwelling in the past.