Built Before Our Eyes

I see the world,

But it doesn’t

Recognize

Me.

I find these

Shadows,

But they are

Not

My

Own

To command.

I wander these

Streets,

But

They do not

Feel lit

To roam

With

Brightness

Abound.

I think

Of

My 

Day,

But can only

Imagine

The past.

Why is it then,

We find ourselves

Defining our future,

Now?

Why is it 

That we 

Look to the past

To determine

What is left

For us

To 

Set 

Our

Future?

How do we know

What we’ve

Built

When all we can see

Is what has been

Built

Before

Our

Eyes?

The world is a place

Of building

Blocks

And 

Opportunities

To

Create,

Not

Destroy.

How we choose

To create

The world

Is a delight

That we can

Feel

Or

Fear.

We live in a

World

Filled with

Uncertainty,

But how we go about

Our tasks

And 

Life

Is certainly

Certainty

Of 

Fate

Playing

Its part.

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