A land I once knew
I see it now, again,
soon will I forget it.
This ideal of opportunity
forsaken by fickle emotion
blocked from view by some foolish mountain of ignorance
invoked upon and by myself.
This land of the future
this dream I intermittently have,
so close at hand, so far from view.
It comes and goes, some chimerical fancy
where does it go when I can't recover it?