The Poet's Lullaby

I promise that one day I will understand myself

We boarded a train and I was stressed as usual

I was distracted by a stranger's conversation before hearing your question

If you could relive your life what would you do differently?

People on their deathbeds say they wouldn't change a thing

But I think I would change everything,

like a kid trying the limits of a game

I immediately started thinking about my poems

I think this is the only timeline that I write poetry

I think this is the only timeline that we meet

However, I would miss a few things

My leg shaking

And losing track of time

Taking train rides and conversations like this

If I could hold on to a memory from this place

It would be me not being able to keep eye contact while watching my work

I always wanted to go to places that I wasn't supposed to

And when I arrived I departed for something new

The odyssey of my life could be more than an oscillation

If I remember to enjoy the moments in-between

The moments I try to escape from the inertia of who I'm supposed to be

Realizing the meaning of life is an empty question

Filled solely with my decisions

The anxiety of choice and freedom at the crossroads of my journey

The beauty of living isn't hiding in the places we are trying to reach

It's the moments of stillness that we choose who we want to be