The Future Is None

None of the pasts you
Anticipated,
Never exactly,
The day begins as
Every day begins,

As something slightly
Or very greatly
Other than what you
Fantasized and planned.
Sometimes this humble

Pattern pleases you;
Some days you will be
Distraught, guaranteed.
The future is none
Of the futures you

Dreamed you would happen,
And yet, in just this
Way, so much the same.
Funny thing is, you
Invent all the same.

The alarm goes off,
And you think, the same.
The wind blows, and you
Think the same. The days
Change, you think, the same.