change is the
inevitable
unstoppable
migratory
force pushing us
forward
always
forward...
but i stop,
just for a moment,
watching the clock,
tick-and-tock
around the block
and (maybe) I'll
be back at
midnight
or
noon...
the grass is
greener over here,
my enviable dreamscape,
the land where
i
am
not alone...
here,
swing a few swing sets,
every once in awhile slide,
watch out for sandy ground,
the painful cold cement,
but abandon fear
and the possibilities
become
endless...
this vision is
a point in time,
a brief glance
into
the life I perceive,
the aspirations I possess,
the affections I caress,
the way this substance
feels.
Always in transition,
the images reposition,
migrate further
together and closer
to the farthest
reaches through the
core of my
essence
creating a complete
report,
a single photograph
of the one
thing a person
always
wants.