Perception Is Nine Tenths of The Flaw

I came across this quote late last night. It's cited by Bernard Raskas in his book, Living Thoughts. And then I started to write and the poem below was the result.

The future is something everyone reaches
at the rate of sixty minutes an hour,
whatever he does, whoever he is
- C.S. Lewis

How true, how profound,
how thoughtful, how sound.
The sound of my breath,
all my life, until death,
accompanies me,
as I struggle to be,
as do all sons of men,
every where, every when.

I sit up and I write,
it is too late at night,
I lean forward and yawn,
it gets closer to dawn.
And I think about you,
with a capital Y,
you you know who you are,
I think of close and far.

Close feels far
and far seems close,
perception molds everything
through it's flawed dose.
And I sense at this time
changes in my rhyme
as G-d gently cues her
my lady named Future.