We are constantly walking between halls,
of rooms, we can no longer enter
– or cannot yet see –
On a thin thread that ceases to exist,
as soon as we land the next step.
There is no walking back.
No speeding up.
We can use
to tread on more carefully.
We can use our minds to project,
prepare, and better place
our present step.
In the end though, the only reality,
is this shimmering moment
we keep blooming in.
In this ever moving bubble
of ticking time, we click
pearls of cloudy memory
that will fill the closets of our past.
Our present is a stepping stone
to a future we can project,
but never foresee,
as it is not only us,
but a whole world
of present variables
that will come to shape it,
We move on now.
We pursue, we craft, we build.
We live through ever brighter days.
This poem was inspired by the question raised by a dear friend of mine.
“Are you in between
Halls right now? Share with me your
Perspective on life.”
Thanks M. for providing an instantaneous dose of inspiration with your post.
Here is a link to said post. You can see the genesis of this poem in the comment section under his post. From there to here.
Further Food for Thought
More on life, past, present and future, with the fitting words of the brilliant singer of Walk The Line.
“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”
― Johnny Cash
“Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.”
― Johnny Cash,
We all move at different speeds. Time shifts still. That may be why some connections just can’t stand its stream.
Featured image: Girl Walking Under a Bridge, Little Venice, London, U.K, captured on the 3rd of June, 2016, by an iPhone 5C, HDR Settings, black and white filter.