A random draw, a chilly morning–alone…
three cards come
The past: an attempted task wasted away on poor work and bad choices,
The present; A circle complete, a phase now done–a move forward,
Met with uneasy surprise and doubt;
The Future: The World completed, a new journey to take;
A wind hits my face from no particular source.
Failure moves away, swept by a new breeze and chill..
A breeze that forces a step forward, straining against it—
In fear and uncertainity..for a destiny as clear as a ruined mirror…