— a poem of potpourris.

Has The Future Truly Been Set?

If yes, can it be altered at all?

Photo by Justin Bautista on Unsplash

How long will it take
for me to reach
those utopian grounds?
I’m wondering where they might be.

Will it be
the same amount of time as
when I let the evanescing dreams
to turn their boat around
away from me?

Have the stars finally reached
a perfect alignment?
Leading lost souls home;
guiding those shipwrecked to where they should’ve rested?

Have the weak been made strong,
and the herculean tasted defeat?

Have you set course for home?
To all the situated familiarity
waiting to wrap your form
in sheer captivity — once and for all.

Has the future truly been set?
Will I see you in mine?