present to my past and future

In a distant past
I could feel the words inside me
I could sense the rhythm and sing
I could enjoy most, with just me.

In the farthest future
I would dream unendingly to live
I would love and pray to thrive
I would earn a fortune to give.

It all seems nonexistent today
In my feelings no warmth does stay
I seem so lost from my own
To my own self, am scared to say.

The past seems to haunt my tomorrow
Or is it just my pondering sorrow?
As I step into my days ahead
I seem to be stuck in a frightening furrow.