Lost

I was lost,
in the oceans of the past.

Where my thoughts were first,
and my actions were last.

But I had found shelter under the darkness of my worries for the future,


I am lost,
in the forests of the present.

Where my thoughts are first,
But I doubt when my actions come in.

But I found shelter under the darkness of my worries for the future,


I will soon be lost,
in the desert of the future

Where my actions will be first,
and my thoughts will be last.

But I needn’t worry for my future because it’s no more in my hand.

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