It’s natural to think before -
To ages, gone and past
But "past" can never hold much more -
Than what you thought of last

It seems as though it seems enough
It seems like it’s the end
It seems as though the winds blew rough
Before your wounds could mend

Perhaps you think that all is said
And none that’s left to see -
What lies beyond, what lies ahead,
What we’re still meant to be