Today I was cleaning out my guitar case, and I found a poem written on a loose leaf notebook paper. I have no memory of writing this, but it is in my handwriting. Rereading it, although some of the cadence is a little sticky, I really liked it. So here it is to share with you, revision free.

I’m sitting here and thinking of things
Decisions I’ve made in the past and how
Like clay they have molded me to be
The person you see just sitting here now

Where I have been and where I shall go
One is familiar, the other unknown
One shapes me and the other I shape
The future lies open, which path shall I take?

The past and the future surely meet
In the moment that I am sitting right here
The path I have trod and the path I shall take
Converge, and which way shall I veer?

The choices that I now shall make
Determine who I shall become
In a future moment when I shall
Be sitting there and thinking of things

When I’m sitting there and thinking of things
In the future made by the choice I make
I want to look at me and see
The person that I want to be