This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Meeting

Written in

by

The meeting is unimportant.

Sometimes words comeback to you at unexpected moments
with a force of clarity. Sometimes you suddenly understand what you wrote months ago. That you are now.

What you thought you wanted wasn’t it at all.
it was a distraction bringing you to this place.
for reasons you could not see.

You are exactly where you need to be.

Fate is talking and laughing at all your well made plans.

You were never in control.

That was just an illusion.

Just the gods laughing at your tiny human engine whirling.

Trying to get somewhere when you are already there.

Note: see you at Eaux Claires. Thank god Mercury left retrograde!

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