My creative leap...

Ten years away from me
Dwells my parallel life…
I have already spent half a lifetime waiting for the breeze,
to blow the other way

I thought I could sweep the boat through the current with the might of my mind
But now I know it is hard to swim against the tide…
So here I await for spring to bloom,
for flowers to spring forth from the dusts of doom

What could have been but never could be,
I wait for destiny to chart the course as life should have forever been...