Coasting...

My life is on auto-pilot, yet no one is in the cockpit.
I flit and I fleet, flailing through the future yesterdays,
grabbing on to the memories I have not yet had.
I breathe the hopes of tomorrow, inhaling deep scents
of lavender and sage, Diesel and what may come next.
I feel as though I am tasting everything for the first time
through opened eyes and an awakened soul.
Wading into the waters of that which is,
yet never knowing the depths of the abyss in which I swim.
I wind up floating in the middle of some great body of liquid silk,
caressing my skin and soothing my senses.
But which horizon do I choose to swim towards?
Where do I chance my life taking direction, when I feel,
as though my life has taken great shape and knows which way to move?
I sigh a sense of fear, a tear drop of nerves
rolls down a rosy cheek, and I cannot help but stare...
Far out into the morning sky.
I grab a hold of the Dipper, and flip myself up onto its handle,
cuddling with Ursa and reaching towards Orion.
But what now? I have achieved so much, but ache for so much more!
For now, I must melt, sinking into the ether that surrounds who I am,
accepting that which is tossed my way, and split-second decisioning
whether to hit it out of the park, or pray for a call, a ball, in my favor.