In life there is no going backwards
The only way out of now is forward
The past is gone, forever gone
Will never return.
The future is entered through a door
An invisible door marked UNKNOWN
A door ajar needing a gentle push
Or a door standing wide
Through which to pass
Without thought or hesitation.
To stay in now is not an option
Time moves inexorably onward
Thrusting me into the future
Whether I wish it or not
To either stand or collapse.
Does what it will be depend on me?
