A future with fear, a stopwatch with no stop.

I wonder, I wander, I resist, I insist.

You change, not me, in order to be free.

Free to stop time, I turn back on a dime.

Looking for the sublime in my past mind.

Imagine that. Memory like a gnat.

Straining over that. Pinned on the mat.

Is that where I sat. Was I flat?

I don’t know so I can go.

No! Stop. Grow.