A moving forward-flowing track,
No chance of going back.
The future has no message,
Its ads are guides only to the past,
Echoes, undefined ghosts.
The future is travelled without presage,
Always onward, none comes back.
Predestination without destination.
Stationary or walking, you’ve no final station.
The future goes on until you get off.
I won't. I will not to get off.
Published: The Rotary Dial, Toronto, January 2016