The music sounds a little different today,
And I smile.
The smears on the windshield remind me of little graves.
One for each year that I have been alive.
I stare at my toes and wonder if it’s time for another one.
But I’ll save it for a rainy day.
I guess I’m older,
But the world seems just as hungry.
The notion of settling down just makes me chuckle.
Today’s birthday is another step in quite the opposite direction.
The gift I give myself is experience.
I choose it every day, and I string them together
To hang one day in the window
Of whichever continent I am on then.
They’re kinda lopsided, but they remind me of my birthday
And the excitement of it all.