Beyond The Horizon by Craig Snelgrove
You only know you’ve gone past it
once you’ve gone past it.
As it turns out, there isn’t much.
You’re more or less in the same place.
It’s the exact same town, in fact,
full of replica streets,
downbeat, disheartening streets,
streets you’ve walked your whole life.
You’ve done everything you never wanted to,
been everything you ridiculed
before your descent over the horizon.
You signed on for a year or so.
You let a job keep you
after becoming scared of the alternatives.
You worry about your health a lot.
You often think to yourself,
“If only I could go back,
go back over the horizon,
free to just be myself again”,
early one evening,
someone comes to you
with a cigarette and a milky brew,
and they kiss you on the forehead, gently,
and you know the old days are gone,
you’ll never go back over the horizon.
You know it.