I’ve counted in my head
The times I’ve looked ahead
But looking toward the future
Is all about the past
Not what was first
But always what was last
A heavy burden planning
Never a thing to say
The crystal vision made
Fades, slowly blurred gray
What is done is thought
As to be good or not
The pressure has amassed
But only the bad has stayed
How many times I’ve done wrong
How many times I’ve doubted
How many times I could, and should
And how many times I’d never

Looking ahead is always a task
Never look first, then to ask
Pass the past, cast the last
Nothing changes about time that’s passed