The Weight Of Things To Come

I stretched my mind into the future

To places I’ve yet to see

Conversations I’ve yet to hear

Without the implications

Of being awed or uncomfortable

It relieved me to be so detached

Beholden not to being present

But to being vicariously invisible

Taking in everything without measure

Completely and utterly unencumbered

Snapping back to here and now

Leaves a bitterness I can’t fathom

A deep longing for times yet had

Of memories I’ve had to unmake

To leave room for those to come

In time those voids will be filled

I will be able to look back and wonder

At the future I longed to see

Where my gold days expand deliciously

Into weightless reminiscences