Like standing on the cusp of now.
One foot then, the other present.
A foot fight, rendering movement still
Tumultous motion hindered reminiscent
Memories and past consequence
Urging me forward, a dichotomy in mind
Between past til now defining
Or past to render, leave behind
A final shrug and sheath like
A final skin of what was is shed.
Not caterpillar to butterly, nor then til now
But that transitition to life, from death
Such an extreme rebirth, a moment take
Nothing will be recognisable
Yet for the eyes, reflecting soul and life
Forever hinting, telling tales
A foot now poised, halfway in step
The horizon reached, infinity defined
No longer flat delusional impossiblity
A simple, flat, crossable line
To cross into ones world of self created
A world of security in truth
That transcendant step to future
Into adulthood and destiny, from youth.
