We live a life filled with choices,

those made long ago as notions

of what it is, matters in our lives.

When we’re younger we start

to imagine what it might be like

when we likely age ourselves.

I remember getting stoned with 

a buddy in a park and him

scrawling a drawing on canvas.

It was a picture of kids flying

across horizons in a hovercraft.

That was a pretty cool illusion,

for two potheads in the park.

I think about that now as I age,

wondering if my goal to be a 

kind man when I’m older is true.

I feel this compelling desire for

a way through it all,

prays my heart and soul.