Weary driver on a dark highway seeking rest at the end of day.
Pilot high in the cloudy sky searches ground for a landing site.
The sailor on a blackened sea scans for shore or company.
And wanderers in the wilderness of forest, canyon, glass or bricks.
Some adventures disappoint.
Try to find a starting point.
It's not for sale at any price.
Can’t step in the same stream twice.

You learn again when you arrive: return to places, never times, except within your thoughts alone. You might go back but can’t go home.

Awaken from a misty dream, but can’t recapture mise-en-scene.
Experience you can’t unsee.
Forgotten childhood memories.
The aged neighbor, never there, transitioned to assisted care.
Sirens sound emergency – the rubicon of uncertainty.
The past was never what it seemed.
It’s just a trick of memory.
But memories echo events: corrupted copies subsequent.
Lossy codec paramnesia is nostalgia’s synesthesia.

Distracted mind or altered state, anything to lift the weight.
Always forward, never back, making plans and keeping track.

And faith compels benign neglect. To recall you must forget.
Cycling with each dawn and gloam, we are never going home.

A promise that you can't redeem.
A precious faded hazy dream.
A tattered map long out of date.
A passport from a foreign state.
A gradient that fades away.
Another place, another day.
Another face, another life.
Forever severed by time’s knife.

You learn again when you arrive: return to places, never times, except within your thoughts alone. You might go back but can’t go home.