Ever glance at the sky and get lost in thought?
Ever look at someone pass by and wonder what if?
What if that someone could be important to you or nothing at all.
Ever glanced at the past and saw the flaws in most of your plans?
Ever glance at your future and see nothing because its not yet written for you to understand?
When glancing at the sky I find time runs me right by
My mind wonders and my heart stops
The wind blows and the street noises disappear
I realize the sky brings out the worse in me
I'm unable to figure out if thats a bad thing or good
Solidarity of my thoughts consume me
The voices once heard fall upon deaf ears
And my thoughts consume my life
But then your snapped out of it by a sudden passer by
You share a stare and you find that in this moment you have infinite possibilities
Infinite out comes and so many realities
I stare at the sky and watch life pass me by
I stare at your face
possibilities endless and even more daunting then my own thoughts
I glance back into the past
Only to laugh at those possibilities that I choose
Only to find the flaws
Falling towers of friends who no longer speak
Cut red threads that lead to a possibilities I could of choose
Who am I?
Who was I to begin with?
Because I'm no longer that person in the past
I am no longer 10 and running around playing tag
I am no longer a girl helpless in love for the first time
I am no longer able to remember who I started as
But I cant tell you who I will finish as
I glance to the future
Bright, blank and not forged quite yet
Molding is happening and when I'm done I will come out on top
I plan to tower over you
I plan to build a place where I fit
In a society that moves in a single filled line
Many people are bring change
So why not me
I glance at the sky and thoughts past me by
I glance at a face and possibilities run endless
I glance at the past one last time
It shows where the flaws lay
Where missteps where taken and I use it as my guide
As I glance forward I take steps with precision
Molding a future where my mistakes aren't allowed
And my success will be achieved
My success and yours might be different
As my happy and yours will also differ
But in the end I will no longer see you,
I will only see me in a future I planed
So who do you think you were?
Do you think You,
Would be proud?
Would rejoice at what you achieved,
Or would your past self weep in sadness