From the perspective of a past
of dark and brooding introspection
and contemplation of inner chaos
the ominous light at the end
of the tunnel of today's troubles
is seen as an approaching train.
Tomorrow's perspective is unknowable.
We see only through today's eyes,
and my eyes today are clouded.
I cannot see tomorrow's clear skies.
Remember the wide open expanses
we have passed through and how
all of yesterday's yesterdays
were as one bright, happy journey?
How can the brooding mind recall
days buried in altered states?
Common moods of varied events
are threaded in our minds
giving access to today's mind
moods and memories of like days.
We know not the light ahead--
if its daylight or instead the harbinger
of the worst of what we dread.
The answer is not suddenly divined
but we ourselves emerge refined
by each path and step we tread.
Fear, the worst of the fates we find--
Leaves us voiceless, deaf and blind.
Onward is the one true choice
else fear be the final voice.