Your future that runs through the river of time
buffeted by a current that intertwines.
You struggle sometimes to see what’s down the line, whilst
prospects pulsate down your vortex time continuum.
All future wishes, desires of the night, fields of aspiration
become eroded by influences beyond mortal control,
scoured by debris washed down from weather-beaten floodplains.
Fragments of a potential future tumble out of view,
building blocks caught in a hurricanes grasp,
a floating mosaic ricocheting along the river of time.
Your mind map is lost, becoming an ill-defined pathway.
Round the bend the mosaic cascades into a mixing bowl of unknowns,
merging with outside influences, dropping as sediment.
Residue piles form and reform on continuum’s bend.
The rest of your structure rejoins you at this point
only to find that future you’d planned, not so clear, a blend, changed.
Old plans are re-forged in smelters fiery furnace,
re-construction focusing on a future new, yet to be beheld.
Humans flex as they’re buffeted down their river in time
taking onboard influences on their wishes, desires and aspiration.
The joy of outcome is having someone special sharing part or all with you.
© Phil Golding 12/08