What's Ahead

The future never stays the same, it's always changing based on you, it's like lunch plans at half past two, they never work out and it's always on you. You can't choose your life, you decide how you use it, like a knife. Your future will soon become your past and how will it stack with what's already passed. This isn't Tetris, no second chance, life persists and the last thing you wanna do is resist. You decide what comes next, don't end up like a drunk with his fingertips; perplexed. Don't focus on what's so far ahead that the words on the signs can't even be read, try that on the road and you'll end up dead. Look at what's right in front of you, you'll miss the junction to route 52, the way that's so distinctly you.