In a snap,
Cast to the skies
A quarter in revelations
It hangs for a moment,
To ascend
And succumb to the odds
The time I cried
And thew my cards
Across the floor
The time I smiled
And thanked you
For the patients it takes
Naked frustration is
A landscape of voices,
Begging you to be what you are
But all that reflects
Is tethered to uncertainty
Potential is awash
In the twinkling moments
Of genius perceived, but wasted
As the nights that begot them
The celebratory hours
Seemed to forecast
Less ordinary futures
But the paper thin,
Angry kid
Always clawing for scraps
He couldn’t have enough
Curious and cautious
A gapeseed for the impractical
If I could latch to one thing
To make that my master
If I could commit
If I could break the paralysis
That hinders even my words
If I could give a ****
Then it wouldn’t be so unsettling
To watch the quarter drop
And not contend with the difference
In a quarter of life, you will second guess, lament, settle, adapt, regret, grow, regress, and likely be unsettled with your place in life. But all of those emotions and trials have landed you where you are. And really, you couldn't be happier for it.