April Fret:

A year ago,
I rose with the sun.
Looking out was a vast ocean,
Surrounding,
Me and all my belongings.

It is hard to imagine,
That only a year ago.
Was a time of great uncertainty,
And confusion.
It was the future.

Yet I have come back in time,
Only to find, a sense of longing,
And desire.
A desire to return to the future,
And see.

A sight that is beyond my knowing.
In a time and place,
That can never be.
A place of forgotten dreams,
And peace.

It would seem that I am,
But at the mercy of the enigma.
A traveller trapped within a never ending cycle,
Of circles.
Can it be, that I am free?