The past catches up to the engine laying fallow
at its track, rusting the future obsolete
before even starting the long journey
up the hill and all our toys still collecting
the memories of childhood and the change
we all wanted; what we would become
and where we would have been at this time
back then if not for the seed carried
in us always seeking downward
holding us in place for want of a different
gene or spray of hormone at the beginning
when missed is never known and never wanted
but change and the chance to become more
than we are, to lift up and see the landscape
as if we were in another world, another time.
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