Longing

Oh this longing for the morrow,
This queer sorrow
That only the future can alleviate!
Onward,onward looking 
Like a mad mad spinning wheel.
The gift of the present never enough,
The cloud of the past ever too close.
Thirsty for more and better,
Can’t stay in place
Nor look over my shoulder.
Is it fleeing, this fluttering race,
Tottering to the unknown?
Is it escaping,this foolish dreaming 
And constant expecting?
Is it living? Shedding the burden of yore
And the dullness of the now.
Oh this longing for the morrow,
This unquenchable sorrow!

K.N.A

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