. . .A FOREIGN COUNTRY

The world is gone.

That world does not exist.

Yet, we:
persist. . .

try to step back
in time...to a time

that is -
no longer.

Houses, even trees and a hill
have vanished in time.

As if Time were
a virus...a disease

called
Life.

One walks through
one's past.

The ghost of who
you used to be.

You had left this place
so that you

could become
the you

you are
now.

The other you has only been
the means

to get you to
this present you.

Look...the Future opens
at your footstep.

The 'you" you have yet
to be

...beckons.

Walk into your self.

Do not be afraid.

Or, if afraid, then
only a little.