at twenty three where to

this has been the time for revelation
the personal revolution is an onslaught
that I didn’t know was waiting to happen

this has been the time for life
to find its way, slowly, through shards of light
and beacons of sound
and melodies that drift through crevices
and pull their friends along for the ride

this has been the time for sheer rejoice
at the moments that lapse so quickly and
find themselves noticed only in the darkest periods of despair

this has been the time for celebrity to be eroded
and power to be tripped by its own imaginative source
and friendships to grow out of the most seemingly hostile of situations

this has been the time to live.

and here on in,
it’s not a matter of left or right
as much as my ignorance of the world
and my stubbornness of the mind tells me
it’ll always be a certain degree à la gauche

it’s not a matter of up, down, perspective or not
it’s a matter of progress. forward.
and learning.

it’s a matter up to the winds, up to the breezes
that I entrust to guide flocks home each autumn
so why not my own consciousness?
why not my own destiny?
why not me?