Memories of Future Past

Back when I was a boy

Discovering the universe

I shouted ‘Dreams Ahoy!’

Up from my wooden mas’

I swam up to the land

Of Image Nation

And man did I feel grand;

The rush of exaltation

Of unlocking such power

Like I’d ascended God’s Tower

And hence I started creating

My Universe of infinite

By which through it

I now live my life

Aloof to earthly strife.

Though I do regret

The dreams I did create.

Most didn’t see the light of reality day

And died as soon as I opened my mouth to say.

I wanted to heal with all my zeal,

Help the ones with malady’ and ill’

But the bloody call

Wouldn’t even for a minute stall

Or give me space to catch up in the race

So down the drain

With utter disdain

That fleeting dream

A mirage it did seem.

Next on to prose-thetics

Mind’s version of calisthenics

As I dreamed of imagining

Of writing the next big thing

But came the e publishers

And they became dream banishers.

Next port-o-call, heuristics dispensing

Was nothing more than fencing.

Enter hospitality, with all my naivety

Led to mental fatality.

Tried my hand at drawing

But my works will not be showing

At any art gallery

Maybe just the dustbins in a backstreet alley.

Well the list could go on

Though for now my memories are worn.