About something I’m not sure about.
In only a few more days
I won’t have a past.
That will turn to the present,
And I’ll be living in the future.
If so, what is ahead?
I don’t really care enough to ask.
One day I’ll meet my past,
Walking down the prairie path,
And give a slight wave,
A subtle smile.
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