Is to look forward instead of looking back;
Sometimes an essence can be lost within ones gone,
Never taking all of you with them and mainly that desire.
Having walked there I see no need to return and trace steps.
Mortal mind just a pa**enger on this one way unknown voyage;
This body crawling then flying inside an artificial source,
Encased within a cold steel soaring bullet bearing wings.
My brain knew this was crazy and even more so unnatural.
A ship of time will take me to an end no matter what;
Thinking I will die yet those thoughts may surely perish,
Along with so many dreams that always ended before I awoke.
I look now through a window destroying blue horizon mirrors.
Finding myself has truly taken nearly two thirds of a life;
Because this one is mine hastens a need to enjoy my rest,
Even though a past has been so very kind to embrace me.
I still long to discover the finality of my existence.
Copyright © 2013 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.