She walked out into <br />the cold light of her own future <br />quivering; <br /> <br />half-present <br />because hard lessons <br />from her thousand pasts <br />gave no indication <br />of any future destination; <br /> <br />therefore, she stalled <br />at the intersection <br />strung out on reality <br />hoping to mold <br />a destiny <br />from a too-crowded <br />yesterday, <br /> <br />one jumbled up with faded significances <br />leaving her with <br />obfuscations rambling within her thousand-fold memories, <br />which taken together, subdued her consciousness <br />leaving her <br />devoid of intent <br />or direction <br />and meaning. <br /> <br />'I have seen' she said <br />'too much TV; <br />too many versions of the truth; <br />experienced too many versions of my self <br />to see or forge <br />a clear path <br />in my future tense.' <br /> <br /> <br />'The Past' she said 'is best lived <br />in the real world <br />because if I am swamped by <br />multitudes of pseudo life experiences <br />these will not necessarily lead <br />anywhere <br />and there is born future confusion <br />and ended momentum <br />and I, I see, am left with only <br />Media, Computer and TV memories <br />and crippling apathy.' <br /> <br />'Life is best led' she said sadly; <br />not viewed or merely read; <br />and how much of what I currently <br />am <br />is derived of such? ' <br /> <br />And yet <br />these thousand points <br />are mine <br />and part of me; <br />how to re-assemble them <br />into coherency- <br />my generations reveille <br />and hard task <br />to achieve.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thousand-pasts/
