PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

The future no longer beckons me,

Despite my calling for it,

I will be too much to fit a place

In that vast beach of the idea.

While the sand stretches endlessly,

And the waves break dreams and hopes,

I feel on the edge, lost in myself,

And the vastness seems like a dance.

The promises of tomorrow are vague,

And even as I acclaim its arrival,

I find myself outside the great saga,

A voice in eternity unheard.

On this beach of distant thoughts,

The future hides and evades,

And I, here, with my wandering longings,

Await something that does not come and does not sprout.

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