A Canvas Blank

Indeed with my own eyes, or maybe just
In dreams that surely like the nail will rust
I saw a glimpse of all that might and will
Be waiting for me patiently and still
Where sunlight falls in unison with time
As sleep evokes indulgence in its prime

And I awake from some design of sleep
With countless visions I shall try to keep
Yet in the solitude of day I find
A single glimpse still occupies my mind
Of living beyond all predestined paths
And planning not for fallen aftermaths
With but a single map to guide my way
A canvas blank on both sides of the day