WRONG DIRECTION

My life's happening, the good and the bad, my future is my past and my past is my present, those who knows it better call it experience, i can't do anything today because it seems like my future belongs in my past and is hard to convince my present that not that I belong there but somethings somewhere in there went wrong,  that even when my presence presents a present its self before the present, a calling for the future, my past still whisper and terrorize every effort my present pulled through, my future my past I'm just a middle man who watch the watch and learned to stay with what my past wronged so my present can enslave my awaiting future, my past is my past, my present is my future