Looking through my rear view mirror
Behind and ahead are the same
What I was is what I became
I thought the future was nearer
From the past I have to sever
Stuck in the middle forever
I thought the path would be clearer
Sameness is the one thing I see
In life I am an absentee
The wall between would be sheerer
The future path would be made plain
And not this thing for which we strain
Instead it appears queerer
Without a plan no change in sight
No chance for my world to be right
Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f
