I have seen the future. I have gazed into that which sprawls forth into infinity; change. The outcome of the outcome of the outcome, a million possibilities and all of them grand beyond words, lingering just beyond my limited horizons. I peer through the convoluted haze of this twisted world and see the luster of the golden age taunting me with it's torturously slow arrival. Here in my pit of darkness, I patiently watch the future crawl towards me at a snail's pace. Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting; day by day, week by week, month by month. I am so tired of waiting.

I am right in my impatience. I have endured this flawed reality for twenty long years; I have taken it's various blows with dignity and have drank of it's stagnant waters without complaint. The knowledge that the darkness is soon to be lifted, the knowledge that it is the future and not the now I must enjoy, torments me. Fate still dangles this magnificent prize just beyond my reach. I have seen the future, and I am overjoyed. In joy, I am full of sorrow.

I can only hope that staring in obsession at the clock will be less painful when I do it with others.