The Stupid Future And Past

It hit him in the gut.

Right. In. The. Gut.

Weren’t no ifs, no ands or buts.

There it was and just because

It was there, he could see it.

He could feel it, be it.

Let it run amok.

Or he could look away.

Go and play.

He could really not give a fuck.

That thing was there.

That much was true.

But it did not tell him what to do.

He could shelve it for the future.

Redesignate it’s past.

He could do this from where he stood right now.

Create a new future and past…