Do you ever just catch a glimpse of a passing feeling,

something that tells you "this is what it feels like to be young and free - regrets, maybe, mistakes, many - but still, young and free."

I get those sometimes,

when I'm speeding down the highway

with the windows down,

when I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts,

when the world is just spinning and I realize I'm alive

and nothing could ever stop me. 

Yeah, I get those feelings sometimes. 

I wish they were more than glimpses,

I wish they would last longer.

But I guess that's what makes glimpses linger -

the ironic uncertainty of them.

You have to take them as they are, or as they appear. 

But oh, are they worth it.