I didn't ever really stop to consider the future,
I was always more of a "hung up on the past"
Kind of guy.
I used to think it was romantic, peering at life
Through rose tinted glasses that were
Fogged up with nostalgia to the point
Where it nearly completely obscured my vision.
I liked having those inward facing eyes,
Anyone who saw me could tell that
I wasn't really seeing them back.
They could tell that I was having
Backwards thoughts,
It was selfish
And I ******* loved it.
But now,
I don't like it so much.

I'd like to look
Into the horizon now,
Not over my shoulder
At a long ago fallen dusk.
I'd like to peek
At a dawning landscape
Beneath the rising sun,
And find a path there.
A path that we could walk down,
Filled with laughter and joy.
A path winding through the
Hills of our lives,
With changing elevations
And varying levels
Of difficulty.
I want to camp out,
And lie under the
Blanket of the starlit sky.
As fate
Weaves a tapestry
Out of the threads
Of our heartstrings.