Futures fan to form a panorama
Of life as landscape, ambiguous
In the finer details, sharper in the broad ones.
The peaks are visible, the journey there hides
Unknown, behind a thick white fog.
Only revealed when confronted head on.
Who is to say the peak you pursue
Is the destination awaiting you?
Truthfully, the end you have in mind
Hardly convinces fate. But that’s life, remember?
Life is change. Inevitable but never revealing
Until you look back does it all make sense
The definition, I mean.