National Tour Come & Gone

From ten to three and not one was me.
Were the words that paraded across my brain as I floated away from the dream that dusked before its dawn
Scribbled letters of a loopy cursive taunting me, pulling me along the avenue of opportunity and opportunity missed.

The latter was my felled fate, on this day, in this moment
The resulting sting in my stomach only halted on its burning course towards my eyes by the icy air into which I drifted
No longer one of even ten, but again ten million.

Chin in the air, I wandered forward, each step grasping for the ground until the pavement slowly solidified itself back into perspective and the realization that just a few moments ago, this journey would not have even been possible, access to the avenue denied, settled itself into my cooling core.

So I put one foot in front of the other, smiled, thanked the universe for the opportunity to even be missed, and carried on as one must do.