Lost Track of Time

Golden supernovas blowing out in the depth of dark
sending light and energy out into space
light years away, only getting to my eyes too late
an event horizon years in the past, hitting now
giving a sense of what had happened
all behind me now lost in time
the tracks of which I have no longer a hold on
derailed, off into the wilderness
a train without a track does not make progress
on track its one man in control of the fate, lightly adjusting
speeding up, slowing down for the bends and twists
sometimes not slowing down and letting it be
the journey is long and tiresome, we can see what happens
when people are not scared of a worn path
they see what they know that the world is as it is
that everyone will go down the same worn track
or at least stay to the side they allocated each one to be
I would be the first original, without the effects
to move to change, to make the attempt to decay and then build
return again anew, a fresh, a chrysalis built and broken
turn all to liquid and reform, hardened, ready to take flight
away and out, away and over, away and away.