Myopic

Myopic
I plan the future, just not very far ahead. I see what I want out in the distance, but right now is too important. What about all the money I need, the clothes I want, the life I crave, or the comfort I seek? Why work for them and wait? Why not have them right now? Who cares for longevity anyways? Isn't right here right now all that matters? Give me another curveball I'll dodge it. Throw me for a loop I'll land. I only care about what I can see. Who really cares about cares about what I can't? Why school? Why work? Why not fun and play? Why not have the life I want right now? They call me myopic. They say I'm undisciplined and can't plan. I say they're wrong. I have vision, passion, and drive. They say I can't, and I say watch me! Nice to meet you I'm myopic.