In the cool breeze I skate;
Around my problems-
As of late there have been many;
I don’t know how to recreate the past.
The future haunts me and I long for it-
That meadow in the woods,
Where I laid to rest my best attempts at relating-
I skate past it and tuck in my winter hood.
The past is tantalizing, for it holds all my efforts;
All my pain, strain, and arcane habits;
I long to go back even for a moment if a moment prevails;
It holds in tact my shame and blame;
But unaware as I am I skate past it.
I skate towards a future I have imagined;
I saw it golden and brand new,
And so I skate faster as I grasp the tail of it;
And fall down, crashing against the snowy ice;
I thought it would be easier for my eyes to see;
Yet the past was still with me.
In this ice skate of karma;
In the wake of lonely winter nights;
I had forgotten my past and future;
And skated drearily into what might have been,
And could be made rights-
This is where I skate, my life.