Today I turned three steps away from thirty
My eighteenth years feels like an hour ago.
All that time between,
All an ethereal cloud.
Time stands in this moment
Read the next line-
Passing time is a fluttering book.
The accelerator is stuck
No matter how defensive the drive
There is inevitable crash.
It’s all so fast when you break it down.
Until then, the blur of colors
And attractions keep you pre occupied.
Enjoy the ride
We celebrate the day we stepped into this race
It was the easiest thing to do
Maybe one of the hardest too.
Its the same as today,
The day you really felt alive,
Started measuring the cycle of the sun
Into bars clear as day.
Let’s do a shot for every year we lived
With one for good luck.
It’s my day so I can consume it.
Extinguish those years with blown breath-
Don’t forget to make a wish
So when those apparitions of years passed
Smoke into the dining room
You can dream.