Moderation Poem by hunter l sawyer

these past years have been taken in moderation,
teaching me to accept this wrath...
of figuring out who I am,
am I following his plan,
or creating my own path?

though I seek my future,
it seems to be near...
daydreaming same thoughts,
its time to follow my plots,
yesterdays tomorrow is here.

but the opposite of this mind set,
seems to have different agendas...
unsure about tomorrow,
why regret and feel sorrow,
our mistakes will amend us.

why put it off until later,
which I am uncertain about...
tomorrow is not promised,
my dreams need to be accomplished,
without possessing a single doubt.

for I know what I’ve done wrong,
knowing I cant turn back...
the path is a winding trail,
my identity slowly unveils,
my mistakes, I cannot retract.