The Thoughts, Though I've Tried Everyday. Have Never Really Been Solved. What Was It About Being Young. That Felt So Good? Perhaps It Was That There Was No Future, And No Past, So There Was No Worry. There Was Only A Present. Could That Been The Problem That's Been Infesting Inside Me? Is It What I Thought Before? Am I Afraid To BE Vulnerable? Was It That We Make Up Problems In Our Own Head, Hoping We Can Change Our Fate, and God's Fate? When Really The Only Problems We Have Are The Ones Exterior To Us? Is It That As We Get Older We Feel Living In The Future [In Our Minds] Will Make It Brighter? But Then There Will Be No Present. And Then Where Did The Past Go? Where Is Then Life Itself? Does It Lie In The Presen(t)ce Of God?