Past Future

My future is always

reflected back to me in the mirror,

the dark of the hallway

dimly illuminated in dreams,

my reflection grim,

an identical twin

of the distant past

I sweat from sprinting from

but always find waiting,

table laid and

cutlery sharpened.

Looking deep into its grey eyes

I see what I tried avoiding,

the new paths I tried to pave

impinged upon by the past,

my efforts expended and thoughtful

but history still repeated,

and repeats again,

and opposite this mirror is another mirror,

an infinite reflection

creaking, groaning, cracking open…

past, future, past, future, past, future,

past future past future past future

past future past future past future

past, future, past future, past, future

past future, past, future, past future

you cannot break these mirrors

because your every act replaces them

past future past future past future

past, future, past, future, past, future

past future, past, future, past future

past, future, past future, past, future

past future