I brush through the
Cobwebs of my mind
What will I be tangled
In now
The past is gone
Unless I have
Unresolved issues
That need to be
Cleared
The present will
Really keep me
Going  
The future though
Unknown to me
Will be formed
From past and present
I am the weaver
The designer
What results will
Be a fragile masterpiece
Of flaws and redemption