I was walking down a dark street.
I was counting blocks to the infinite.
A guy tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned my head; he smiled.
Before I could move my lips to speak, he handed me a ticket for a ride.
On the ticket it said: “Tomorrow won’t be the same.”
I lifted my head up and the guy was gone.
Was this a dream?
I shut my eyes;
when I opened them wide, I was sitting locked-in on the ride.
I was right at the front.
We were higher than the sky.
I could hear others laughing but I couldn’t turn my head to see behind.
But I heard a whisper in my ear saying,
“Your life has just begun.”