To have one foot in the past, and one foot in the future. What is that but an invitation to insanity? But shall we never look back, or never look forward? Shall we forever regret and appreciate the same thing and what motivates the change? Do we do it ourselves, or wait for someone else to push the fatal button. I shall wait. Why do I give so much power away?

to be secured yet so much adrift
so shifting, so fleeting, so nothing
like lightning in shadows
and wheels that are turning

like whispers and movement
and dreams without grasping
so haunting, so roving,
so completely, still nothing

waiting or gone away
they whisper my name and call to me
the aching of being
the ghosts no one's seeing
the silence, the knowing
the tumult is showing

so quietly