Missing Script

Plans for the future

Mean as much to me as the past
It is distant 
Untouchable 
Yet unavoidable all the same
 
Things that have happened 
I cannot believe 
Things that will happen
I cannot see 
 
The future
The past
Nothing connects 
 
It is like my life is spelled out for me
A play I was cast in
But never got the script 
I can see the scenes
While I stumble around
Creating the past 
That will shape the future 
 
Neither of which I can control
Neither of which I know 
 
 
 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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