The past strewn across the future

15 Sept 2024 6:59 am Walking up the hill In Septembers morning chill Scattered along the dim grey path ahead Are the autumn colored leaves of the past and dead As quiet as a dream they lay waiting for me to pass their way Seeing time that was... is future spent Memories not yet made, spirits anxious translucent Piled up as I pass them by only the brightest capture my eye The rest ill spent and forgotten Cast away before their begotten What a twist in this chaotic time Too surreal for a serious mind Who can understand this scene This living moment of a waking dream My heart is far away from here In the future so far yet near Will I ever catch and settle its need Or will it for ever into the futures past speed