Look to the future

Look to the future

I’ve heard it said,

It is where dreams lie

Where the living is done.

Nothing good comes from

Delving into a past

Where dry bones

Moulder in dark shadows.

The odour of death

Clinging to them,

Barbequed ribs

On dirty china

The leftovers from a night

Of debauchery.

But there is no future

None to glimpse

None to touch

Nor to think of.

To wander through

High-walled, winding halls

And rabbit holes

Leads nowhere.

But I’ve heard it said

Truths can be found

In the back pages

Futures built

On old foundations.

Even as concrete crumbles

I am the dust

Of gravestones.

Better to be unfound

Than to be ungrounded

Swept up in daydreams

Floating away

Without connection

Or direction

And nowhere

Future-proofed enough

To call home.