By Sean Frank
I can write pen to hand
Hand to keyboard
Thought to memory
Memorizing moments
Even though remembering
Every single detail is hopeless
Through the lost hands of time
We all work ourselves up
And hope we find enough time to unwind
Friends gather and no one complains
Even though everyone is sitting
To give their feet a break from the weight
Families make calls
Relatives hold the phone close
Just a short description of their life
The parts that matter
The blooper reel and the highlights
Imagining things that don’t exist
Eyes closed and everything becomes a myth
Planets across the far reaches of space
Can these two feet make the distance
Is there someone else exactly like everyone else
Wondering the same thing in a strangely familiar place
Running down the same old street
Music blasting through ears barely listening
A mind trying to clear itself out
The wind is being broken through
As a heart beats fast yet steady
A spirit feels effortlessly carried
I can crack open the window
Breathe in air that has traveled
Across a small lake
As I stare at a sun settling on the other side
I wonder what else could I write
What else could I imagine
What else have I lived through
What else is yet to happen