Remember

When everything was future

And all things lay ahead?

No one wants the destination,

Not really…

We all just want to drive;

The closer we get

The more stops we make

Trying to delay the inevitable

Until eventually

You pull into the parking lot

And you say…

“That’s it folks, time to get out”

But you just want to wait

A little bit longer

To watch the sun set

Into the western sea

And maybe fall asleep.