Psy-Chic

I was walking no particular direction One ordinary day On my regular path Mulling over my sticks and stones Charms and dolls When I saw a familiar door Fresh painted colors on letters that were there before It read “we all want the same thing; you decide what to do next” I went inside. The room inside looked like the alley outside It smelled like bread And the clouds rolled in Red light overhead, she emerged from the apothecary A Psychic by trade, she was easy on my eyes. She knew my name and asked me to sit in the cobblestone hallway Sitting across the alley from me, under a barbershop pole, her earrings twinkled like stars. She recited a poem to me; the lyrics from my favorite song. Then she fixed her gaze on me and said “According to the cosmos, there’s only now, today, this moment. There’s no past and no future. These are mortal concepts human imagination to create the story of a life. The past is nothing more than individual memories, from which lessons were learned. Only valuable in the present, to influence the potential future. A moment is lived when you allow yourself to feel something. A life lived is measured by the collection of moments spent feeling alive. To have comfortably breathed, but not sufficiently lived is to linger tragically lifeless. Then she knowingly asked me So what do you feel?” I said nothing “And what do you want to feel” I said everything “You already know exactly what you need to do, to change and grow. And you only have right now, to take action, and leave the ranks of the crestfallen. Decide right now, choose to live and this alleyway will lead you to new future, you create for yourself. But you have to decide now, because your time is fleeting. What’s your decision?” I said “I’ll need to think on it”. And just like that, I was sitting alone in an ordinary alleyway, Painfully comfortable