Precognitive

Longing for eternal rest, 

The future yearns for its crest. 

Memories drift and fade, 

Seeking a fate, 

That will never stay.

Where should I go, 

I ask a thousand times, 

Before it all fades to dust. 

Carried away, 

Floating away, 

Drifting on the wind.

Echoes of a time gone by,

Questions linger,

Reasons why. 

In the silence, 

Hear the call, 

Of a future that won't stall.