Tomorrow is never a guarantee
This truth is present and weighty
Time is ticking towards thirty
This future I cannot quite see
Finds me, now a divorcee
In this strange land where I’m oddly free
It’s not what I thought it would be
Married again, a mother wannabe
Yet I pause here in place like a lonely tree
Unmoved by the wind and the whispering sea
Missing my pain like an amputee
Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
One breath of life where my heart stood stillFrozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
I steal from the sentinel clockOne breath of life where my heart stood still
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tockI steal from the sentinel clock
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Surrounded by tombstones
I’m claustrophobic
Within the walls
Of this confining minute
Tomorrow dies
While I breathe
The stale air of Today
Yesterday seems so dear
With its familiar expanse
Wooing me backward
Into the graveyard
Of my mind’s idyllic perfection
And the clock
Pounds out seconds
With slow precision
Melting into a lullaby
As I slip inward
And farther from
The Now
I’m Columbus
on a journey
thinking I know
where it ends
but these trees
don’t look familiar
and the faces seem
so strange
I’m Columbus
on a journey
accidentally
finding newness
in the place
I least expected
because I dared
to sail off
the edge
of the map
The Wisdom of Gavroche 