You’re looking forward to that, you say.
Fragments of an unspent tomorrow.
Rarely subtle, in your face. Demanding.
These moments they’re rare too.
And the power you plant in this sometimes carries you through time…
Memory grows stronger with it.
And then when the future is here, I’m glad I remember, and the shadow of the memory is what brings me around.
So, I hold on to the idea of the tomorrow that paints my today.
I question, I grow, I create music…and one day I hope it’ll be, larger than life.
The stray cat found dinner in the garbage can,
