At Twenty Five

At Twenty Five

At twenty five
You’ll forget every trouble,
Delete them like unwanted mail
From colleagues, from former lovers
Still swimming in sight because
You refuse to let the past drown.

At twenty five
You’ll chase hallelujahs and
Fixes quicker than your dim decisions,
Beguiled by brazen answers,
Like a child by magic
Where the strings are obvious
Against the rising smoke.

At twenty five
It’ll be clear again.
Clarity from ten years prior
(when you bathed in adolescent omnipotence)
Will reappear like a hesitant friend,
Guiding you to change and show you
Against your will
That this is all before
The beginning.


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