Pleasant Revenge

In my imagination, my fingers moved far more lightly.

Reality does not seem to agree.

My voice cannot reach the key.

Back then, I believed I was “not very good.”

It appears that was not true.

At least compared to who I am now, that version of me feels almost above the clouds.

How did I play that fast and that precisely?

How did I sing those high notes?

And somehow still perform live in front of people?

It feels unbelievable now.

A pleasant kind of revenge from my past self.

Strangely, I did not mind it at all.