on my twentieth birthday

on my twentieth birthday

each second is its own 

universe of us

no one like the other

one has clouds and rain

others have the sun

but every single one

is a part of me

i dream about writing a book

they tell me they’d buy a copy

ill do it i promise ill do it

the music rings softly

through the coastal park

its a concert in my ears

khalid on stereo

dogs trot oblivious

to the dangers of being alive

i could run free beside them

if i never learned how to live

but i did

but im here

not where i live

the glow in slow motion

of midday to dusk

and the dark

in the park

and the spark

of conversation flying by.