the future isn't coming... and it never will

[justwalt]

crowded around me... the same old signs,
left-overs, smelling of the same cold story,  
moments gone, a life... now aging shrines,
evoking the figments of my latest memory

so, today I shall contemplate a rationality,
that nothing ever happens, until it occurs,
with the coincidental, inverse technicality,
that every event, well spent... never recurs

a future event conceived, instills a fantasy,
though thoughts are thought to travel time,
but thoughts can cure the crisis of identity,
when crossing over a line so infinitely fine

who convinces this instance to break free,
and what then coerces it to just let it all go,
again and again and always... so faithfully,
within this smoke and mirrors magic show

and tomorrow is... always as tomorrow was, 
still fast asleep and caught up in its dream,
it is no cheep trick... it's what a future does,
yet it awakens when you pursue the scheme

I wonder if moments have a desire to exist,
would they lie in wait, to taunt us and tease,
could they hide and be that one you missed,
hopelessly lost... but not forgotten with ease
 
my present tense passes into remembering,
I still long for those days of futures passed,
and I still find my thoughts, not surrendering,
asking questions... that shouldn't be asked

the future is not coming... and it never will,
as far as illusions go, that one went astray,
but today is your future, the rest is just swill,
and as usual, yesterday has nothing to say,

don't look, but the sun has again renewed,
dawn is upon you, it's your move to make,
a new universe is loosed, and in the mood,
step aboard and put the past in your wake

a once in a lifetime adventure,  a la carte...
moment after moment is at your command,
a wise captain charts this way by his heart,
and knows not, where his bones shall land

this sea of stars, her secrets... and her bond,
and her willingness to save a sacrificial crew,
we sail to the edge of life, even then, beyond,
a ship of dreams, the summer moon, and you

it is not the life I wish to lead that leads me,
but this old vessel trusts the wind to provide, 
and I don't get to see what the captain sees,
as seeing is not the same from the other side

the heavens have made a new soul for you,
be creative, as you are captured by its tide,
read the waves as they wash away with you,
into the heart of the soul... where you reside                 

my setting sun, full of memories, I disagree,
was I wondering, shall I enter it into the log,
it's not the sea and me... it has to be just we,
just a happening of us, across our cosmic fog

wgs/2/13

[saw]

enjoyed the journey....our trips of the mind are custom made....we get to new places via our own unique vehicles....we search for meaning and contentment in a jungle no one can prepare you for nor help you with.....the trek is yours, and on some days if you are lucky, that trek dissipates to feel like walking on air.....and so it goes....

[justwalt]

enjoyed the journey....

... has it ended?

enjoy!