There has been time
for selecting, collecting, erecting, and protecting.
There’s more, always more,
but the pleasure in things has decayed over the years,
an expensive wine turned to vinegar.
Trophies gather dust on a shelf,
relics of a time with no responsibilities, and abundant possibilities.
Memories of a place fondly remembered
can be transformed by regret into tombstones
that mark the passing of dreams.
The time has come
to mock maturity, abandon surety, embrace the lack of security.
To discover the wealth in life that has lain hidden
during the futile search for safe satisfactions.
To leave comfortable interiors for the curiosity of the outside world.
In time, the future will reveal
how close ambition comes to the ideal.