Future

It always leaves before I get there It sense's when I'm coming Chaotically in all directions Out of reach to keep me running.. Perpetuated off decisions Made from bit and pieces Of needs and wants that I in-vision That grow beyond my thesis.. I call to it with no reply As I gain my momentum But it never looks me in the eye Which leads me to invent some.. Reason bound by explanation Of why or where Im going But I follow with anticipation Without me ever knowing.. Although I keep myself in motion I see the path behind me Grows longer to complete the notion Im freeing whats inside me.. Still I go on with dedication To complete what has begun The chase feeds my imagination Of the man I will become