It’ll arrive
without warning;
a moment
when stories
reach their pivot

An achievement,
a loss,
discovery or an end
drown awareness,
if not then,
over time

Thousands of days
are whittled
to a snapshot,
slowly molding
impending regret

These flashes recalled
shall evolve, 
by the modest nature
of reflection 
and context

What is learned
carves decisions
and detours,
on a highway
traveled cautious
but firm

Wake up,
and look around,
any moment
may start
the rest of your life