I am sick of nostalgia
All that, polishing the past
Chewing those empty calories
Years, prone and idle
In the comfortable past tense.
Not seeing
And not even trying to see
How exotic the future is
How tantalizing
How challengingly new!
A skiff crossing uncharted waters
A road cresting out of view.
I await that future now
Like a hungry diner
I wait the next course
I clamour for it
Let it come fast
Let it come hot
I have waited years for it now
I am starving for it.