Possible Futures
Possible Futures
For some of us, what was to be our future?,
now lies upon the decomposing pages of our past.
We have let it slip through our fingers,
like sand slipping through the neck of an hour glass.
The only reminder, dust clinging to its inside walls.
Hazy, delusional images of what could have, should have been.
Unfortunately !!!, never to be lived, never to be seen,
upon the undulating waves, the mirrored image of this plane.
And so we walk through this life waiting to come around again,
knowing what now exists for us are but moments to live.
This being all that we, life, karma, fate, the universe has to give
us, us who have left our dreams, our future in the hands of destiny.
B. J. “ A ” 2
October 19th 2016
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016
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