I look back on my life
and I wonder if I lived it properly.
In our younger years, we are indulgent and reckless;
but as time pushes us along,
in a flurry of colours,
like an ageing wine we refine ourselves
and throw our faces forward.
Like children, we timidly dip our toes into the unknown;
we travel between time zones,
places and exotic faces.
The past becomes a spirit that we drink dry,
toasting to the unknown flavour of the future.
Memories are packed away like baggage
that we sling across our backs.
Where are we going? We don't know;
all that matters is we know how to get there.