I’m headed towards the future now
quicker than I first realized, feet dragging behind me
as I long for the safety of the past.
The present, disregarded.
But the future, feared.
I’ve long existed where the present shifts to past,
Electrically aware of each moments sudden
Metamorphosis,
which lives solely within my perception and my recollection.
Resistance of the active future was my rebellion,
Change rattling my bones uncomfortably,
And comfort the drug of choice.
It’s time to leave for where the future breathes
New life into my perception and recollection.
The change of something from being in an active state
to a non active one
It’s no longer the future,
masqueraded daily as the present,
Which is little more than the past.
It’s mine,
My future looms large, Spacious and inviting.
The end of a journey near.
and,
and,
and,
and,
and,
Allofasudden now:
I’m here.