future

to be twenty-four lost in a town that feels familiar

all the while a distant memory not quite clear

i sit in a cafe that i have made my refuge

awaiting my plans to flee the field once more

i come around time and time again

same problems, different shapes

all the while the same

black and white, grey and colour, nothing changes

slap me in the face like a rugby tackle

pull my life from under the rug

throw me into a trajectory

tell me what my heart desires

simple concept, though not concrete execution

we live a life with countless options

opportunities endless, though that not be the case

if only we all could win the lottery

i’d live in the jungle

walk to the beach

iced latte in hand

sunshine rays on my face

corporate concrete jungle

finding dreams like pennies on the ground

grind away following the crowd

night lights blinding my face

barista along an ocean stretch

laying in a hammock on my days off

road-tripping to new towns 

surrounded by wildlife and friends like family

fill the skies with charm and charisma 

a red uniform i could be proud of

jet-setting to new destinations

opening my horizons to new places

a backpack and a dream

bouncing from place to place

temporary homes and work forces

a eight bunk room and rainbow nights of fun

bonjour et salut 

living my dream out of a small chambre de bonne 

learning a new language

and pastries consuming my diet

all these lives i could live

yet i find myself at a halt

i must brave and jump the fence

lean into the options of trial and error til i find the one for me

do not sit still

if nothing changes, nothing changes

you must not live with regrets of what could’ve been

and instead jump into the ring of make believe 

fake it til you make it

grind and have faith

if you work hard it’ll come true

i won’t stop til i can hold it

i am young and reckless

smart and determined

i have the time and the freedom

to form the future i dream to have

06/02/2025