Hit And Miss

My yesterday is history
And all the days before
The dawn of time is mystery
A dark unopened door
Of no import the wonders seen
Momentous or mundane
Despite the states that I have been
A leaver can’t remain
Tomorrow could be sorrowful
Or maybe there’ll be joy
And when I wake the chance I’ll take
I’ve gifts I must deploy
The future is where faces fit
Perhaps I’ll make a mark
But if my lamp is left unlit
I’m adding to the dark
So blazing forward throw myself
Each dawn a new abyss
Experience my only wealth
It’s all just hit and miss


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