what’s going to happen to me?
today.
tomorrow.
in all my possible futures.
what has already happened to me?
yesterday.
the day before.
in all my muddled past.
is it a loose association
or a concrete path?
is my future predestined
or determined by my past?
what’s happening to me now?
a creation of the future.
a re-creation of the past
in an endless cycle of death.
or is each day a bright new child
to be nurtured for its possibilities?
© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing
I can see impetus for this lovely poem. Perfect!