From what I know now
I would have been a different person.
A throw, a kick, a broken heart
all from a wounded arrow
left alone gone without sorrow.
From what I know now
Senseless time to borrow
Hidden always tomorrow.
From what I know now
disappeared prints
no need for flints.
Lights out a forgotten route.
A fortune-teller doubt
misgiving brought about.
Only time to read
music found in a tiny beed.
This is no time to bleed
hills now gone to pasture
Future brings a gesture.