stand-by

Changing the present    
as I dream of a  
                Future    
Forgoing the patterns    
which dictate this    
Moment    
Seizing the      
             Shortcuts    
which make History    
seem easy    
Altering occasions    
that resemble    
Misfortune    
     
   
   
     Come gently; Sweet rumble    
       cause me to stumble    
     
    Rock side to side    
as you seemingly glide    
 Towards      
      this torn soldier    
    with no place to  
Hide    
   
      Land on my surface    
as it moves beneath      
       You    
 For, I am so anxious    
  to finally      
Reach you      
     
   
       The long way    
made short    
   A hard way made      
         Easy    
Oh, why must you consort    
   with others to  
Tease me...