The Future

I am feeling invigorated and inspired tonight, so instead of doing something productive I wrote this poem. I decided a few minutes later to edit it, with text formatting like Jenny does.

Opening into strands of possibility infinitely long,
That towards which I am ever moving.
But my blinders leave me with but one option,
To see in full the one strand I choose to tread upon.

The beauteous, wide spanning future,
(I can see myself far off in the distance,
spreading wings I will make soon.)
Each ending attempts to seduce me,
But I can have only one lover this time.

Time is my enemy, but without him I cannot reach

The destination

When finally I reach the door that I cannot pass through,
Without first turning and examining where I have been.
Then I will enter that door and reach,

Reach all around me.

For in that time I can have them all.
Take each strand off of the ground and hold it,

In my hand.

Tie them in knots and explore each thread,

Without Time.

Through the misty f o g I know there are holes and some apparations are dreams,
But I stare regardless.
The serenity of some, chaos of others,
The Honor, the glory, the sadness, the joy,
I am transfixed,
And I do not want to choose, but choose I must.
For while staring at this moving picture is wonderful,
more wonderful still will be the time when I look back,
Upon the one I chose,
See myself here,
Gazing into the distance,
And laugh at my own naievite.

How little I know about what will happen!
The dreams and visions will fall into memory,
The hidden shadows will become the fondest companions,
And in the end I will find,
The pictures could not compare to reality.