There is a future to be foretold 
For the man near the river
As childlike memories swift past him
Near the sunset of another yesterday

“I want to be an astronaut.” He used to say.
As he stares at the water as if there were galaxies to be discovered.

He dips his toes.

The sensation trickles from below
All the way through his spine.

This was a familiar feel and tune
That he has grown accustomed to
Yet it is something he misses
A yearning, but the ability to be able to Is no longer a place he can see

A man steps out of the car nearby.

It’s time to go back to work.

Something that has claimed to be freeing
Or have the ability to be free

Is really the shackle and chain
That keeps him from floating into a great unknown.