at any given moment,
some might turn the corner
and hand me a microphone with little to no instruction,
expecting me to say something, anything really,
but i’m fairly certain i won’t know what to say,
so i will politely place the microphone down,
running as quickly as i can away from it
i made a list of all the places i wanted to visit in my life,
but i wouldn’t know where to start
because i’m always getting lost in my head,
so traveling seems out of the question
sometimes i forget to listen to music on any given day,
and those days are particularly sad,
but no one else recognizes that sadness existing within that day,
because a rhythm keeps pushing the current forward
as the tide glides into the shore caressingly
Fred Aiken Writing 