The Light

I’m looking forward to looking back,
but the realism has yet to settle.
The time to reminisce
will come in time.
Instead, I push forward like
a wrecking ball against bricks.

The reason for my lack of disregard
is transcribed in every work.
It’s because I know a light awaits me
in a place my hands cannot reach
and my eyes cannot see,
waiting for me to turn it on.

And only I will know the distance
it will take for me to arrive.
My endless imagination will work wonders,
while my tireless legs continue to move.
And only I will know when I am there
and I will share the light with everyone.