Thoughts (Poem )

That which is hidden will surface,
That which is lost will be found,
That which is silenced will be spoken,
That which is free will be bound.

I look forward to the future,
I look back into the past,
Such thoughts at times consume me,
Knowing the present does not last.

Promises are made and broken,
Laughter can turn into tears,
As sorrow and joy commingle,
And days merge into years.