FUTURE TIMES

Routine paralysis shirks the hunger

For something more

Leaves us wanting

Divining

What waits in store

Marigold red vines

Placate golden dreams

Blowing off moments

To blow off steam

Obscurity

Like betrayal

Segments life

Recollect the memories

Of former times

Pounding heart

In womb lies still

Beat to the light

Of windowsills

Mother father

Strangers then

Give into the might

Of carnal sin

Looking in mirrors

He stands up tall

Makes his plan

To conquer all

Cards spread out

This life collected

Writes in journal

He feels neglected

Wondering down

The family hall

He wants his mommy

She gives him all

Suckled

Happy

To nursery rhymes

His thoughts are filled

With future times