Musical Chairs

Did you know…
     You switch bodies with people intermittently through time.  I think I do it every couple minutes.
     You adopt all the memories and personality traits of the identity you’ve acquired and forget everything from your previous identity.
      It’s something like musical chairs and I don’t know who’s playing the music or if everyone’s listening to the same tune.
      I was you shortly before you left the room.
      This is how we’re all the same.
      Pity I can’t remember.
      But I once knew what you were thinking and how you felt about the snow.
      I think the snow is beautiful. But beauty is not for me today.  At this point on the rollercoaster, the tour guide is saying, “Yes, there is much beauty in the world.  Its is all around you. But you can’t have any today.”
      I understand. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I think.
      There are things more important than beauty today.  This is something I don’t quite buy but try to believe for the sake of my grades.  My GPA won’t be high enough to get into dental school.  But there are plenty of other options in life and I’m not overly concerned.
      There are things whizzing by, mostly money and time, sometimes people.
     My boyfriend likes me mostly because he hates being alone.
      I miss things.  Mostly feelings.  Knowing Santa was real, summer mornings, childhood vacations, soccer pre-season and loving unconditionally.
      I look forward to reading on the beach over winter break, making my sisters and brother laugh and taking my grandma shopping.
      Thinking of school makes me anxious.
      But in a couple minutes, I’ll be the boy I just heard buy a soda from the vending machine in the hallway.
And none of this will matter.