Out of Order

The present...
Lying low...
Starin up at a painted ceiling...
Wondering how i ended up this way.
The phone rings...its for Mother Dairy,
This wired device can be quite a pain!

The future?
I'll probably go to bed in an hour,
And wake up tomorrow feeling quite the same.
Cereal for breakfast,maybe a glass of OJ,
And the same ol' Q&As i will dwell upon again.

The inevitable past...
A few pleasant memories,
My hippo-campus may treasure.
But the rest i wish,
Were long dead and gone.
Yesterday's ghost still haunts my mind,
Just maybe....i could turn back time?