If you live long enough
  you can outgrow everything
  even uncertainty and doubt

As the road fades behind you
  and memories compress
  giving you a final way out

Taking you into a magical land
  between two worlds where you
  float in-between

One where you struggled and questioned yourself
  and one made of wishes
  and dreams

All choices abandoned and willed to the past
  the either-or the most cryptic
  of tombs

As you travel within and beyond just yourself
  all past futures
   —time’s sultan of doom

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)