Factors, moments and a match

We’ve all felt them.

Like second chances

Accepting firsts.

If fortune were silence

Less a lifetime of debate,

Then anxiety?

That patch of land

With the gravel path,

I still remember too,

Romanticizing the aerial view.

One time I found a burn,

The hillside would have erupted,

Flames of childhood,

Simple successes.

Go on to that forward thought,

Let beauty match our passions.