Today I met my past ,not the one I created,  but the one in which I was cast

It seemed to have accepted its fate ,to already  realize it was much too late

It no longer held the power over me it once had ,the questions the wondering,  the if only I had.

In the same room the future sat too,
Briefly holding its place with the past But destin to make its own mark at last

It feared moving on ,all on its own. but it had  a story to tell, a tale to be told ,a future upon which the past had no hold.

So as countless times before the past moved  on , to happier days . The future stepped out into the suns rays,Bravely into life, to meet its fate ,its very own past to create.