A reckoning with my younger self,
nostalgia or all a nonsense?
We should want to change the world,
guided by our conscience;

As the crossroads multiply,
direction becomes obscured;
Pulled along on divergent tides,
wildly thrashing, unmoored;

Ideals discarded to the wind,
just another day to survive;
Waking up to realise
the destination will soon arrive;

A reckoning born of experience
as ideals began to wane;
Everything ever said and done
will be said and done again.

30th May 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #179 – starting over

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Today I’m feeling:

A little blurry in the morning as I recovered from a few shots of Glenfiddich last night, giving me at least a good reason to feel dizzy.

I took my laptop to Utopia and did a little catching up on things whilst there and a couple of coffees got me good and awake.

After a snack and some video watching, I hopped into bed to read some comics, expecting to get sleepy and have a nap, however, the coffees decided it would be better for me to stay awake and I got up again and went out to my room to play guitar, which was loud and enjoyable.

Soon enough, it was time to head to Mum and Dad’s for dinner, which I am now recovering from.

Health:

Physical: 6
Mental: 7

Today I’m grateful for:

Trying out some pizza from a city restaurant and getting it delivered by Grab. Easy life.

The best thing about today was:

Wishing ten or so random poets at AllPoetry.com a happy new year while commenting on their work.

Something I learned today?

I learned how to set up a symbolic link across my different drives so that I can load all my comics into one common repository.

Review your acts, Good and bad.

I had a reasonable chat with Nong Fah today, trying to encourage her to use more than one or two-word answers to questions.

Whilst chatting, she also told me that she is a little worried about changing to high school next year. I told her that I understood but that I thought that she would be fine.