I wrote this for you
The future, and the past that won't let it be.
The fig tree, the wheel of Time, once brutally persistent,
A crossroads maybe? A junction of choice that beckons while my brain is locked in a muted frenzy and my heart pumps out ragged, uneven beats that call out your name, name, name.
I'm trapped, trapped in between thoughts and actions and feelings and words and futures that yesterday cannot promise.