The Prognosis of a Passionate Man (Part I) (poem)

It's too hard to go back in time
When you spend that dream currency --
Life's too slow, too narrow and too bleak
When you've two houses and no home.

With wealth in one place
And none in the other
How could I ever turn away
From freedom to smothered?

Ahead a panoramic of untold scale,
A glance back at -- a small box
Two broken hearts, and a
Childhood outgrown.

A foot in two places
With a widening gap --
Is it any wonder
That there's more than one crack?

I love things in them both:
A stable environment;
Creature comforts and memories --
It's that versus growth.

And the decision is not an easy one;
The important ones never are.