Layover

Digging around in my room, I found some of my old notebooks - and, thus, some of my old writings. Most are just stream-of-consciousness - blogging for an audience of zero - but there are a few pieces that are interesting.

This one I wrote at an airport - I believe I was travelling to New York in December of 1998.

Layover

Nothing ever changes
At least, not in the end
Whatever life engages
The tears usually mend
And the past is nothing
But to where we go
And hope only a bluffing
Of what future will show
Yet somewhere in the middle
Of where we start and stop
Amidst the jump to nowhere
At the apex of the hop
Lies something very different
From where we've been and seen,
And regardless of where we're sent
We know it's there we've been.