as some French composer comes from my radio
wondering why I listen to such things.
it is who I am
and what I enjoy
knowing that it has always been this way
whether it was the music that I listened to
the books I read
the movies that I watched
not knowing what to do
what to say
or what to believe.
thinking that everyone should be like me.
maybe it is a good thing that they are not.
quietly remembering a time from my past
when everything was simply more confused
knowing it to be
the best time of my life
but never understanding that it was going to end
much to soon
though I thought that it was going to last forever
quietly wanting the best years of my life,
now and again.