Thursday 27 August 2015

Here

"... Anything could happen."

Feeling open
     Clean
     Renewed
With a deceiving
And unappealing
Appearance.

"Yer gotta start somewhere." -- Bartender

"... passport? Passport?" -- a thin twenty-thing "from New Zealand"

They're young.
Nobody ever knows that they're young.
But they all know that they were.
I know that I was.
Don't you?

A turn takes place
From knowing what we will be
To knowing what we were
But we're always so sure about it.

We see ourselves in others
But in the mirror
It's a different story
Until
Sometimes
We have one of those days
When we're done listening to our
     Past self telling our present self
     What our future self will be

And we just watch
As though we've never told ourselves
     Anything ever before
And we just listen
As though the Universe is right.