Standing at a roundabout to the future

Reluctant to traverse this threshold

Into an existence that feels obscure

Into the darkness of the unforetold

Once across there is no returning

Beyond the border of tomorrow

Yesterday is gone, just a yearning

Not what you knew but what you know

Winds of change blow through time

They are neither hostile nor benign

Listen carefully to hear the chime

For change will come without a sign

There exists no door between the two

What comes and goes swirls in the wind

The future is a mixture of old and new

The vortex of time where both will bend

Sliding up and down the scale of range

Between the present and the past

It’s all relative, it is only change

Depending on which way the wind is cast