When once I felt forever away,

everything would be fantasy.

Seemed there were years ahead

contained no manner of truth.

Only speculation would guide

the mind to navigate the next.

Then suddenly I woke from a

dream seemed so obscure

as to suggest a greater fear

than the reality I’d lived.

So many years left behind.

When time does seem to

grasp reminders, our will

to recognize longevity may

provide with reckless abandon,

once forgotten passions.