☆°▪︎ WHEN THE FUTURE BECOMES THE NOW ▪︎°☆

You

yearned . . .

.

.

.

You

yearned . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

so

.

m

u

c

h

.

more,

when

.

y

o

u

.

first

.

s

e

t

.

the

course,

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

those

.

distant

shores . . .

.

.

.

 ~ for

those

.

distant

shores

.

o

f

.

regret

a

n

d

.

remorse . . .

.

.

.

You

yearned . . .

.

.

.

You

yearned . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

so

.

m

u

c

h

.

more,

back

when

.

y

o

u

.

stored

.

s

o

.

little

gratitude . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

what

treasures

.

y

o

u

.

held

.

i

n

.

the

days

.

o

f

.

before . . .

.

.

.

 ~ back

when

.

y

o

u

.

knew

.

y

o

u

.

were

.

n

o

t

.

confused,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

felt

.

s

o

.

sure

.

y

o

u

.

might

find 

.

t

h

e

.

fix . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

might

.

find

.

t

h

e

.

cure . . .

.

.

.

somewhere

behind

s

o

m

e

.

secret

door . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

I

ponder

.

whether

.

y

o

u

.

will

yearn 

.

y

e

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

 ~ will

.

y

o

u

.

yearn 

.

y

e

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

when

someday . . .

.

.

.

when

somehow . . .

.

.

.

your

future

.

becomes

.

t

h

e

.

now . . .

.

.

.

 ~ when

.

y

o

u

.

finally

discover

.

there

.

i

s

.

no

doubt . . .

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

.

all

.

j

u

s

t

.

a

.

spinning

house

.

i

n

.

the

clouds . . .

.

.

.

spinning

’round

.

a

n

d

.

’round . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

end

.

o

v

e

r

.

end . . .

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

up

.

a

n

d

.

down . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

a

s

.

a

.

spinning

house

.

i

n

.

the

clouds

.

o

f

.

doubt . . .

.

.

.

I

ponder

.

whether

.

y

o

u

.

will

yearn 

.

y

e

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

ponder

.

whether

.

y

o

u

.

will

yearn 

.

y

e

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

when

.

y

o

u

.

someday

discern

.

within

.

t

h

e

.

whirling

blur . . .

.

.

.

that

.

a

l

l

.

the

glimmer

.

y

o

u

.

were

searching

.

f

o

r

.

sparkles

upon

.

t

h

e

.

distant

shores . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

sparkles

.

upon

.

t

h

e

.

distant

shores,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

.

d

a

y

s

.

that

.

c

a

m

e

.

before . . .

.

.

.

causing

.

s

u

c

h

.

rush

o

f

.

regret

.

a

n

d

.

remorse,

that

.

y

o

u

.

madly

race

.

t

o

.

reverse

course,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

yearn

.

f

o

r

.

those

days . . .

.

.

.

You

yearn

.

f

o

r

.

those

days . . .

.

.

.

You

yearn

.

f

o

r

.

those

days . . .

.

.

.

You

yearn

.

f

o

r

.

those

days . . .

.

.

.

 ~ for

the

.

d

a

y

s

.

that

.

c

a

m

e

.

before . . .

.

.

.

 ~ for

the

.

d

a

y

s

that

.

c

o

m

e

.

no

more.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2014 where the affected party likes to flirt with temptation and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of the darkness and chaos it brings – being addicted to the “ride.” It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.