I cast a spell with one mana left.
“It was time to level up.”

Oh, the gold pieces I’ve won.

Where’s a bard when I need one?
I would love a flagon too.

I want to fly a dragon.
I want to fly with you.

I like second chances.
Almost 50 years later, I’m connected.
I’m ready to make my mark.

Here I come.
My wand waves; it’s magic.

I feel it all.
I feel every note, every wave, every moment.

My second life lies ahead of me.
It isn’t waiting for me.
I’m not waiting for it.

I am what you said you are
A second-hand number
A trailing mystery

Two minutes to validation
Sign on the dotted line
I just need your signature
It’s time to play

Who’s to say
Who we are; who we’ll be
What they’ll say
Who’s the authority anyway?

I was a visual trail.
I stopped; finally…

I scanned the wake; I froze.
I basked in wonder.

I said.
“There I am again.”

I’m not a specter;
I’m not myself.

After years of running, I stopped.
My heart slowed;
I could hear it.
I took a deep breath.

I looked around;
I knew I had arrived.
I was home.

The impossible now possible.
My fleeting dreams have arrived.
Now, I let go.