A thought I wrote a few months ago and rediscovered :
“The startling emotion of future becoming past.
Time developing and hearts growing,
slipping into the rhythm of life.
Crazy highs and unexpected lows,
unrelentingly charging me down.
Am I really in control?
Or is this all playing itself out?
Thoughts unfolding into action,
without any consideration.
Regret and envy pursuing every spark and motion,
but only I get to choose.
When everything that is coming is gone,
what will be left of you?”