Future Shock

Eventually, one day,
(again)
today becomes tomorrow’s yesterday
and time turns towards times timed out.
What I look forward to
I look behind to see:
my history repeats me.

There is a welling of feeling well
that climbs across the notes
of my heart’s musical score.
Excitement pours towards
the future that eminently arrives.

Do I know what it holds?
Do I know what stories my past told?
Words behind closed doors
and agonies stored in the memory
of the closet heart?
Do I know who I was
when I was what I am and am not?

If I can’t know what passes,
how can I know what comes?

A smile breaks out
and I try to let guesswork
simply crumble into a hazy dusk.
I don’t want to know
what I will know
because, as I know,
knowing isn’t walking
and walking isn’t knowing.

I suppose it’s good
that tomorrow teases
with euphoric torment,
but her lover I cannot be
until the future shock
ceases to posses me.

God Bless,
-Matt K - written in dedication to my time at Keynsham Elim, where I have found a good Church full of Godly people and have made me feel truly part of God's Kingdom.