Sometimes my mind drifts
to a trough of what could have been
the water is tepid and stagnant
yet inviting and serene.

The bottom is carpeted with algae
with sections awaiting to bloom
these are my mind's machinations
of future scenarios construed.

Sunken a symphony of stones
lay strewn across the floor
the tactile reminders present today
that leave me wanting more.

The water has a viscosity
of an oversweetened tea
clouded with lofty ambitions
saccharine with memories.

Yet as the sun rests on the horizon
a cause to lift my eyes and see
the vast and glorious bodies of water
that still lay ahead of me.