Feelings of lost time
Always the feeling of the future
But when does that disappear
Life as a graph
In a retrospective future
There are only so many permutations
What would be the highlights
Of my future self
The allure of reinvention
This purmatation is without closure
Is it time to move or to keep resisting
What does the finite nature of life dictate
A trend calcified into a law
Lost as a reason of being
Lost as a way of life
Sitting with my father on a swing set
“I always hoped to have achieved more”
Is our potential to continue achieving not universal?
Ring a round the rosy, pocket full of posies
A choo! A choo! We all fall down.
But here we are
Not in the darkest light
Or the lightest light
Just a rumination
Still moments untamed
And meaning perhaps something
Maybe not ours to understand
What does the speed of light mean?
What does the mathematical probability of quantum really mean?
Why is light both a particle and a wave?
How is an electron and a photon related?
Are we primitive, who is carrying the torch?
My feet still good
Heart still beating
Free as I have ever been
Choices at a finger tip
Other mountains to climb
Dimensions to disappear into
Yet still this consistent reality
Still the same questions unanswered
A candle failing to illuminate
Yet, still casting light
Still a choice
And still, with every touch of a keyboard
A choice to stay
If there is such a thing as progress