Life

I have it. Life, all sorted out.

Written out like a book in my head.

It makes perfect sense to me and I smile with this new sense of knowledge that is so devoured over by so many.

That some people take their whole lives to discover, some may never manage it.

Each and every part of the wreckage that life follows has been planned and analyzed in my mind.

But then my concentration falters as the song in the background changes.

I panic and rapidly search the files in my brain. Nothing. The knowledge was gone.

I sighed defeated and glared at the offender. My father had turned his attention back to driving and was now bobbing his head to the new song that was now penetrating my eardrums.

Huffing and crossing my arms in a sulky way, I begin all over again.

This better be good or Dad is so dead.