No edges, no corners,
a full circle through.
Life has moved on
with me and you.
The past comes back,
in glimpses and dreams.
The questions unanswered,
the future that could have been.
The possibilities engulf me.
The undefined becomes true.
What did the other door lead to?
Where's the next bus to?
The present becomes hazy,
or I let it be.
'Coz it seems feeble in comparison
to the future that is not to be.
The windmills need to stop
mixing air from all sides.
The flow has to be streamlined
as life is meant to be.
