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