I wake, I eat, I work, I play.
My life is moving forwards
Backwards, nowards, everywards.
Uphills and downhills are
Now plateaus or little bumps.
Age and perspective don't always
Creep up on you.
Sometimes they hit you
Like a ton of bricks.
One day you wake up and suddenly
You have perspective.
Maturity? Perspective?
Stability?
Is this what life is about.
Moving ahead even keeled?
Stable and steady.
Each day like the last.
Nothing new, just merely rearranged?
In this state of mind
sadness has no sway.
Perhaps it's a coping mechanism.
Unfortunately, happiness is also elusive.
There are happy and sad moments.
Feelings that appear like novelties
In the palm of my hand.
My mind notes them, and I utter a little
"huh."
I place it back on the shelf
Move on.
Merely a footnote now.
"I remember that moment.
Wasn't it interesting?
I wrote something about it once.
Where is that notepad?"
