it has happened
again, though i thought it not possible
and this time was different, in a good way
but still peculiar for i have not had that;
beyond reason lies the answer
to why time sends experiences in our direction
and why our sails catch certain winds of air.
i am changed, in a way, that bids me step forward
yet i know not the unfamiliar path and i quiver
if i could only step beyond and examine
the ancient book that will describe my past.