My childhood warned me of age,

But now I move through this labyrinth

That ushers the days of discontent.

I have this problem to solve,

And this present to escape

Only leaving me with this future to suffer.

Till the journey ends;

 I’ll feed off flashbacks with hopeful eyes

Like the summer heat that was never noticed

Or the footprints that wandered through the blizzard’s remnants.

I’ll continue to ponder that vacation I only believed I took

A line, I am, journeying to somewhere

With a lost life that is roaring inside me.

This repetition of imagining leads me to Nowhere;

A place where futures are lost

And the past is an illusion.

How will I ever escape

(Source: quoththeravenn)