The Final Set

My definition of regret is about to be overwritten with my definition of redemption. The feeling when the concert tickets was handed to me, just hit me again and now, it’s just starting to set in. More then the want, need, and sheer tenacity to be there was the absolutely overwhelming feeling of ecstasy as I count the few remaining hours to an event which I feel, is my rightful place to stand and bear witness. The feeling of euphoria in anticipation is making me miss keyboard strokes and clouding my unconscious coherence to write, perhaps, in response to my perceived utter futility in trying to contain this emotion into verse. And so in my final words, come hell and high water, I make my pilgrimage to the Final set.