ESCAPIST--NEVER He is no fugitive--escaped, escaping.
No one has seen him stumble looking back.
His fear is not behind him but beside him
on either hand to make his course perhaps
a crooked straightness yet no less a straightness.
He runs forward. He is a pursuer.
He seeks a seeker who in his turn seeks
another still, lost far into the distance.
Any who seek him seek in him the seeker.
His life is a pursuit of a pursuit forever.
It is the future that creates his present,
All is an interminable chain of longing.
ROBERT FROST
Sounds Like
Light, City, Horizon, Future, Space Station, Soundtrack.
