Music is playing in my head, like a theme song.
I know I’m awake but not alive.
Listening but not hearing.
Memories flow like a stream of water down my face,
Like laughter. Like tears.
People talk to me; do I hear them?
Do I even know I’m alive?
I remember the swing when I was eleven,
Hanging over the long green grass,
Swaying calmly in the breeze.
Why is it that only now I realize the serenity of that scene?
At eleven, all I saw was a wooden swing.
Someone speaks, and I answer automatically.
Do I know what I said?
I believe it’s time to wake up.
Things are happening; I will never be here again
In this time, this place, with these people.
Memories continue to surface, distracting me.
I remember when I was fourteen;
Harsh words to a good friend.
Regret is useless; you can’t change what’s happened.
Don’t forget the past, but don’t live in it either.
I speak, people hear me, and reply.
I’m beginning to emerge from my cloud of reminiscence.
It won’t ever be this way again; everything will change.
No more living asleep,
No more living in the past,
No more déjà vu.
Things are shifting; I’m moving forward.
I’m living in the moment now.
Living in the moment here and now.
