Wasn’t I supposed to be living on the moon by now?
Or sitting in a field while a robot did my work?
We haven’t even cured cancer.
The failures of my dreams are societal, not personal.
I can absolve myself of anything.
Well, you’re never too old to follow your dreams.
Though you can get too old to achieve them.
Wallowing in what-ifs.
Never really been a fan of letting impossibility define my actions anyway.
I have the power to still do anything.
10,957 and a half.
We define our lives by the physical actions
Of a big rock spinning as it hurls around a giant fireball.
Itself moving through infinite darkness.
We define our lives by our own light,
And we can shine that light on anything.
Should this be a monument, a milestone, or just a mark?
Another six foot four and three-quarters tick on a doorframe?
Or a call to myself
To no more milk or sitting on first drafts?
Pressing on to make the most of everything.