Future
Present — stands like a mountain in front of me
I can’t see beyond it
Future is a grey cloud
A wall of mist
A smoke screen
A bottomless pit
I can’t see what it contains for me
I can’t imagine
what will be the world
with me or without me in it
it will be, this is for sure
and I — I am adrift
in the migrant ocean
i can hear the ringing noise
of falling walls in my ears
I can’t touch the future
Present covers me up in its cocoon
and i lie inside it,
oblivious and untouched
by possibilities
awaiting consequences
breathless without any air
sleepless, without any dream
stuck in the same moment, forever
A moving picture, on a repeat
a comforting presence, a warm huddle
a knowing laughter — on a repeat
Sounds like a cruel joke
having run its course
but still being told
with the recorded sound
of television laughter
I can’t create the future
I think i am standing in someone else’s present
I am living someone else’s life
I have set someone else’s goal
for this life
someone else’s dreams,
expectations.
I am heading forward
into someone else’s future
I can’t see
what my future was like
in the life I leave behind.
