It’s...
Elementary of course
Put the cart before the horse
Leave options unopened.
And your epiphany
Sees
Hindsight is golden.

There’s a bad condition
In the imposition
Of a superstition
That if you try...
Just try again
Why don’t you change your plan
Then.
Find your fruition.

Is it me, or does it seem
The forest hides amidst the trees
With millions still searching
And have they closed their ears
To
The birds that were chirping.

On a good day your closed
A bad day your open
Obstinately hoping
You can find the token
That puts you on Easy Street
Don’t want to go to class
Alas
You think that you’ll still pass.

Time’s infinite vast expanse
Lead some to take the chance
On
Illusions of permanence
Remember time has time
But you
You are still finite.

Don’t make a grave mistake
And procrastinate
Hidding here
In fear
Tomorrow’s not promised
But if you step outside
You’ll find
Yourself at your calmest

Can you own the course you’re on
Own the rights, and own the wrongs
From treasures to garbage cans
And if you have more cans
Can you
Change up your flight plan?

Be it a test of will
Fight for survival
It’s not the arrival
That shapes you
It’s what you take with you
Between then and now
That’s
That’s what defines you.

Know your role.
Life’s a play.
Write your script.
Own your stage.


It’s...
Elementary of course
Put the cart before the horse
Leave options unopened.
And your epiphany
Sees
Hindsight is golden.