Older-than-you people speak
But their words scream
Bombardments of condescension and pseudowisdom
"Things will happen and people will change"
They don't
And they don't
Ensnared by the lure of expectation
Their promise is just beyond your grasp after a billion grasps
One step away...for a trillion miles
But the potential of the now is undiscovered
Yesterday filled with regret and nostalgia
Tomorrow, well, it never comes
Nowness could be happiness
...Once the rest is gone
Isn't that what they should tell you?
And, but, can you?

A moment taken to ponder
That the person walking by has a past
And a future
A birthday
A best friend (or not)
A strife (or not)
A first love (or not)
Right here was en route to his somewhere
She was heading to a different somewhere
How many somewheres are there - a million and thirteen?
The universe destined their crossing on their way to each somewhere
Star-crossed...*******
What does why or how matter anyways...who might, though
Arrival at her somewhere
She didn't embrace the end of the moment
As she remembered to forget the world