Life swirls around as I travel the days,
The past and the present moving together
In crescent curves and concentric circles
Like the rings in a tree defining time.
The past is beside me just out of reach
In spite of the longing to see and to touch,
Whirling away at a circular distance
The vanishing universe of life.
Experiences drift past me in time, like
Galaxies hung in the void or space junk.
The memories excuse or condemn,
Success or failure, choice or compulsion.
The past smiles across the tangle of time
Flaunting rosy visions, inviting me
To rewrite history on a blank page,
Creation in virtual reality.
The past within me has left scars
Which prove life’s involvement,
The future unfolds and spreads at my feet,
A gentle curve towards infinity.