Future...

Where does one go to find it? Time passes by so quickly and yet it feels like I am standing still. It slips by unnoticed and yet each moment is felt.

Clarification of a foggy lens means no more focus than before. Seeking an unattainable future, built on emptiness. Leading to yet another closed door. Holding ones hopes and dreams in one hand reaching for the knob with the other.

Each day giving yet more reasons to reach and yet the hand seems to be stranded inches away from its destination.

Work continues to get done all around.

Peace.