The future.
The past.
One I can see,
One can see me.
My past is a swirl of regrets,
Swimming in my head,
Taunting me.
Yet I don't regret a thing.
The past can teach us.
The past can haunt us.
But so can the future.
The future sems so far,
The future knows where you are,
It see's us with it's glass eye.
It sees us struggling.
The future knows us better than the past.
The past just knows what we've done.
The future knows what we will be.
The present tries to knock us off course.
They all toy with us.
With me.
Filling my head with regrets.
Filling my mind with dark thoughts.
We have their strings,
We are their puppets,
They are our masters.
And theirs nothing we can do about it,
Or so they think.
Our time is limited,
Let's not be controlled,
Especially with somthing,
As simple as Time.
