meaning

the freight train of what is meant to be

is from the momentum 

of what was thought to be true.

it is hard to derail 

those conclusions' fill,

passing before us as meaningful.

flying by,

on its way 

from then to forthcoming.

mindsets that have callouses, 

brainstorms that dug deep,

ponderings that polarized,

conjures that grew wings for maiden flights,

racked brains that were tortured 

into providing or proving worth.

it all passes by

as on a moment's notice.

meaning sits on its boredom of retention

but yet demands 

as if outcries from the soul . . .