telescoping

down the lane
the tree-lined lane
the future comes
at varying speeds
if i run it comes
quickly as a fox
if i stroll it comes
quickly as a fox
i cannot stop it
as the trees whiz by
it comes regardless
qué será será
and i
i
lonely little i
i must choose
if my steps are slow
or if i run to meet it
sometimes i look left
but i cannot leave
sometimes i glimpse
the sun shining through
i must look straight
face my fears
with hope
down the lane
the tree-lined lane