Look back, patterns aligned
2020 is my hindsight
Foresight is a little blind
Flying in chance, with no pilot
Worry rises, about the setting sun
Dawn or dusk, both twilight
Pilot, you are now hereon
Into the dark or light
Leviathan the task may seem
Find your way regardless
Live it to the brim
Not static, ever restless
Praying for no “what ifs”
For life not lived is already lost
No greater pain than regrets
Pray I end in serendipity's loft
@aisaac