Æmethwil

My future, I will face my hateful reign
The future where I started all the pain.
My past–my future–I escaped, had gone!
My past escape has gran’d eternal life.
My future seems forever living on.
The future now without my lovely wife.
The past, I farm, my home of happiness.
My past forgotten within homely guise.
Her future free of controlled lawlessness.
Our future full of childrens laughs and cries.
The past with satellites and agents nixed
In past of rivers, mounts, and cups of tea.
Travel to escape the future I fixed
Wishing we could find time absent of me