The Middle

[Mattie]

We live in the middle, caught in between, riding a wave into the unseen.
We live for a moment, the blink of an eye, blind to the future that won’t be denied.
We live all of our moments planning ahead, waiting it seems, facing with dread,
a time when it’s over, when our dreams have fled.

When life has escaped us, where do we turn?
What have we mattered? What did we learn?
What did I do that an effect on the ribbon of time stretching into what’s next?
Did I spend all my moments on worthless endeavor?
Would it have mattered if I’d lived forever?
If forever just meant that I’d have more time to worry about tomorrow?

I like this very much
brought humour delight to a early morning flight!.
Nice rhyme throughout,
and reason the last words don't hold water.
You can't photograph the future.
Bob Marley left us messages likeon't Worry About a Thing.
Enjoyed this writing folk.