Too Far Ahead
Sometimes I wonder if I look too far ahead.
I make my imagination run on
acting out dozens of potential scenarios,
trying to predict the future
through some sort of psychic role play.
Sometimes I wonder if one day I’ll get so far ahead of myself
that I’ll be able to look back and watch
myself slogging along behind.
Will I look back in sympathy or irritation?
Will I really be able to see any more from that forward position
than I can see from here?
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I lost sight
of my forward self, if she just disappeared
over the hypothetical horizon.
Would she ever look back?
Would she get so far ahead that she’d forget
she’s just an advance scout?
Would she begin to function as the real me and then
one day start thinking too far ahead?