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The past is behind us
But its knife
Still is lodged in my back
The present is a gift
To be alive and well I agree
But as the world grows darker
My next step I can hardly see
The future could be fate
Or a destination based on choices
So, "how do I go on?" becomes the question
One to wrestle, writhe, worry on
Because everyone
Knows where they want to be
or at least partially
But we are all pacing, racing, waiting
wondering how to get there