Back

Going

Sky Hoffert
November 19, 2019

The constant murmur of swift moving air -
A reminder to fix my eyes forward
in a dead, dry stare.

Dreams and dreams and daydreams
cause my temperament
to start bursting at the seams.

I yank my thoughts back.
Parallel to my path
with a sigh of indifference.

Would it make any difference?

The very thoughts that lead me astray
are the exact points of reference
that guide me on my way.

For a slight lean, this or that,
brings the sense of Straight
as I look back.

Sure, anything, anywhere, else
sounds quite nice.

But for right now,
Perspective will suffice.