I lean back on my factory-fresh
Couch (that still smells of IKEA)
And turn that Jeff Buckley's Grace
Up so loud the cat escapes under
The bed; ears flat, wide eyed...
And remember. I flip through
My own history -forgotten love,
Nights of such beauty they
Forged themselves onto my
Mind. I see myself stronger;
Dumber. Rougher hands and
Mind.
I hear Chris Cornell and Tori
Amos in shared recollection.
I walked Oslo's paved streets
From a job I loathed.
But it was summer.
I was free.
I was a rock star waiting
To be.
I see hopes I had that remind me
It's not too late for that.
And begin to resonate with
*This is your time.
This is when you choose your
Future. Choose.
It's never too late for
Anything*.