The Maelstrom

My feet tread

an unfamiliar life,

My own is changing

A flow I don’t wish to stop,

Yet I look back and shed a tear

Now and again,

I’m only human

and no-one told me it had to be this way:

Always forward nothing left behind,

But the memory in the now,

Always in the now.

You could have fooled me though,

Have I not lived a thousand lives before?

A thousand still to go down-stream,

Somewhere in the maelstrom,

I hope I’ll be fine.