continuously drifting (an original poem)

Many long years I have drifted along,
wandering aimlessly, pursuing the next chapter.
I have been here before, Down this very familiar path,
seemingly transparent, to a life I left behind.
Endlessly chasing a destiny I have already fulfilled,
I am encompassed by time, continuously drifting alongside me.

Time, which i may had had, and can still have again,
or may never have had at all.
Time in which i ponder, "Is this my life?"
and "Will this be my life?" and realize
"This is my life!"
Time to call upon my future, and see it is no different from now
except for that I'm drifting farther
along towards another excursion.

I have many long years to drift along,
chasing my history, chasing tomorrow, chasing myself.
Was it here i questioned my meaning? Was it here
I left it all behind? I remember it,
but wasn't I supposed to move on.
Fate has blurred my travels, and brought me here
against my will.

Here, Where I saw it all unfold, laid out before me
like the forgiving night time sky.
Here where I decided to make my own way.
Here where I decided, "This may or may not be my life"
Where I played Around the World,
and wanted to go around the world, saw that same round world
as my adversary. Here is where i followed my past, and
drifted into the final chapter.

There is no more time to drift along, and I have been on the first page
of the last chapter ever since.
Following my dreams, My passions, my goals,
self doubt an old acquaintance at best.
Here is where I am, and the only question
that remains is "Where shall I go next?"
Fate is still around, but it drifts behind me, relying on me,
To make perfect sense of this enigmatic epiphany.

DW 2/2/12