There was a time
when I was cemented in my past
and I could not see the future.
There was a time
when I could not stop visualising what lies ahead,
what will become of me.
Now I can only live in the moment.
I do not try to see the future,
I do not dwell on the past
and I can only taste the present.
I have surrendered
to the conclusion of another chapter,
and my fingers are slowly reaching
to turn the page of tomorrow.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 45 🙂