Back to Life

Music plays in a tired mind. Closing eyes dream. Importance in the past seems to redefine itself in the dusk.

Toes tap to Glen Miller and happy thoughts of long agos that never really were. It's so important to experience now before it's then, so it can become a real then, someday. Somehow, it seems safer to think about what might be until there's no more future.

Safety is an illusion. Live. That would be so nice.