I am fighting to remember
Spontaneous jaunts to exciting destinations
Five joyful joyriders squashed into
the confines of a bottle-green mini
Flying along the M4
Just enough cash in our pockets to
cover our share of petrol, any entrance fees
plus those all important beers
I am fighting to remember
The liberty of waking up and choosing
at that precise moment, what to do and
where to go
How the void of the day became filled with
moments of impulsivity:
A trip to the shops
A gig
An afternoon that inevitably became a night in the pub
with my careless, carefree companions.
I am fighting to remember
Diary-less days.
Living unshackled by plans made far too far in advance
Possessing the freedom to ditch them
Caring not one iota who would be
inconvenienced
I am fighting to remember
when the wind would blow my sails
No need for constant battle or struggling against it
To reach an unsatisfactory yet selfless destination.
Poetry for Dullards 