Epiphany

My bubbling coffee is down to a third,
I’m listening to its sounds of music,
These notebook and pen make me look like a nerd,
But that is just poetry fusing.

When I sat down on a Halloween night,
And thought of what happened tomorrow,
Tomorrow suggested that Friday was right,
But Friday refused to be borrowed.

A bright understanding came blasting my head
It all became suddenly clear,
I wanted no rut, all I wanted instead –
To be heard and to properly hear.

I wanted adventures to swallow me up,
New stories and poems conceiving,
I wanted the new generations to blab
How good we’re at boredom-deceiving.

No possible way we can sit and relax
When there is so much to happen,
Pack yourself in a backpack and hop on a bus,
Only you can make yourself happy!

Don’t have a clue what tomorrow will bring?
Be ahead of tomorrow and make it,
Make it speechless and jealous of e-ve-ry-thing
You imagined and built, now just take it.

You’re not sure how this will turn out or where
It will end or how much it will take,
All I know is I’d rather shave off all my hair
If I put close to nothing at stake.