Short Case of Amnesia

Through the grains of sand that slipped through my fingers
I could see into my future,
In it was the best and worst case scenarios of a sheltered life.
A place that existed somewhere between the ocean and the streets,
An avenue that ran parallel to my route,
This open line of sight that allowed me to be privy to new events,
Events yet to begin.
Through an unfathomable space in-between these specks I have come to realize,
That nothing of note is accomplished by playing in the earth,
Though the tunnels can be dug,
And the the undertaking can be gargantuan,
It is not enough to forward the progression to a neutrality,
To allow an upend into the face of new essences.
Caustic and careening toward slumber,
We bite our pillows and cry into our sheets,
Being comforted by our sorrows,
Which cause us to retire with world weary bones,
It is not what we should be acting toward.
The road traveled frequently may just be the road to take,
Though temper your speeds, be they faster or slower,
Choose the equipment in which you get there,
Change the tone,
The music and the story, but stay on the road,
Detours will occur, and rests are required,
But do not fret that you see the traffic jammed,
Ahead is the end of the line,
Ahead is the joint entry into realization,
We will get there when we can,
And believe it that we will be there shortly,
Despite being disenheartened that you are going to the same destination,
Always know, that you choose how and when you arrive.