Where am I going?

A harsh wind blows through the trees
as my thoughts turn to darkness
to the void beyond

without light

to the nothing I have become

for the someone I might have been
and still might be,
yet know I never can

from the past I cannot change
to the present I cannot control
to the future, that is set

Yet still remains unwritten.

To the somewhere I wish I was going

 to the nowhere I know I am.
From the someday I once saw

and I still

what might have been
were it not for what I didn't do


and havenít done today
and maybe never could.