Today

Today I'm so 10 years ago
Running around free and wild, not caring about a future
Traveling where I want to be and how I want to be -
But that is just an illusion.
Because there are dishes to do
And things to care for
And a life that is here
Though I'm not sure quite how it happened.

It's the bane of all bad poets, really.
To grow up and do the right thing
even though no one really knows
what that right thing is.

We all lay claim to it like we are people with purpose
And not the smallest speck on the tiniest atom.

Perhaps tomorrow I will be as I thought I was
Unflinching
Ready for a life that is not this life.
One that knows
That this small speck
On the tiniest atom
Means nothing and therefore
Everything is possible.