Velocity suffers when circumstance steers and biology beacons headwinds.
The end waits for the means to achieve so long as the prize stays in view.
Left behind learnings fuel pursuit without regret to cling to the style as it shifts.
Late gains stay longer,
clinging the last drops of the shower,
past the former champs fleeting leaves,
on the wind of lost legacy.
Distractions will assail
as priorities argue with each other.
Alliances flex and correct
as time asks for the next decision.
Which influence will win with superstition or chance?
Half the attraction hides in mystery of the beginning,
between the seen, known and now.
The integers emerge as relative,
focus either sharpens or blurs depending on the preference.
The search ends,
in the pursuit of privacy
and preservation of the past as removed from today.
Does acceptance allow chance to determine the future?
