Caught in Translational Symmetry

 

The mind toys with the idea
  Of the departure day,
    While tracks of the colorful Tuk Tuk,
      That dropped me here,
        Are still visible in the dirt.

It toys with anticipation,
 The wanderer's delight,
   Cruising through concourses,
     Having a glass of red wine,
      Sitting in a lounge,
       Before heading for the gate,
        To the next destination.

Minimizing the present,
 Magnifying the future,
  It forgets the law of transnational symmetry:
    When you get there,
      It will be the same as now.

Life, always an anticipation
 For an elusive tomorrow.