Ronin 25

hindsight if only clearer in my future my present still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years of summers sun only now can I give reflection to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing in the wind of my thoughts past memories a boy with a dream and desire following the rising sun and daring to imagine something outside of his world his preordained future a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of a samurai’s dressings a moment to be more than himself before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality and a broken man sits down beside a stream reflecting upon a weathered rock