Seems impossible to guide

when thoughts speak aloud

the mind caves in,

the autumn leaves descend.

Now winter glides

offering only the cold,

a sleek walkway,

a chilling sleep.

While time ticks away,

think about options

some other way,

wishing this is all a dream.

Waking up to now,

no different than yesterday,

yet always told somehow

life is going to be a test.

Driving by that same obstacle

always a fantasy

a time remembered

she was … I did fancy.