Stretching back so many years,
The past is past,
Remembered,
Still living.

But the future,
The future is in the future.

A future in the future.

Will it continue to stretch out to the prairie of living visions,
Or will it end tomorrow.

Abruptly stopping,
Letting you off the time train,
Leaving you behind,
Lost on the windswept plateau of death.

Not knowing.

Eyes not seeing,
Ears not hearing,
Mouth not tasting,
Nose not smelling,
Hands not feeling,

Not knowing.

Continuous nexus,
Coming upon a cusp,
Arriving soon.

Will it be the terminus,
Or simply a flux,
Who knows,
But soon the time will come.

Moment by moment the future arrives,
Until it stops arriving.

Not knowing.

Will it be the terminus,
This event,
Coming soon to a life near you,
Will it be the end.

Only the future knows.