Against Time

We find ourselves in a place

Among the lonely?
Through the passage of time?
By choice?

Not.

By the chance that we made it?

We walked through the ages of others
and found a place to play.

Old one.

I am.

The one.

I left back there to become someone else,
Without laughter and passion.
An empty chamber.
To dream among the pines.

Again.

To wonder, to ponder.
Too clear the direction our destination becomes.

Our dreams?

Scattered with the wind,
Were never mine to play with.

Anyway.

Who told me I could?