Everything is up in smoke like wildflowers

Ryan Adams sings that forever only takes its toll on some.

Personally I make things hard enough on myself. I believe in today, I believe too much in the past. Other than that, why agonize over something so infinite? We're all headed somewhere, right? I'm trying not to be victimized by this idea of inertia.

Aren't we are all just handcuffed to the wheel and steering wildly?