I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know

what a name
for a poem
but those are the words
i chant in my head
as i try
and try
to make the right decisions
so history does not repeat itself

that part of the brain
which is not fully developed
until your mid twenties.

well, i am 25.

so get to work, now,
you cerebral prefrontal cortex, you.