There came the day of illumination
No longer a child.
What happened?
Where went the things I missed?
Now I miss the things I had
Who were they as people, not staples?
When scared to ask, I may never know
Oh! To be young and carefree
It's never been this way
Worry's been as ever-present as my eyes
The eyes that don't know what to see
I'm scared of the things to come;
The person I may become.
With few virginities left to lose
The jar in my mind slowly grows empty.
I refuse to admit the jar has no bottom.
Where did they go, where did I go
Wrong
There's still that childish sense
To be loved, held, to know it
More and more, I'm charged with the holding.
There seems no end to these childish fears
Adulthood may never feel right.
I was a person then
The same physical person I am now
The pathways of the mind have set their course.
When I steer off course, the next pathway's in the abyss.
Better, worse, better, worse.
More.
Just some light reading :)
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Speak the truth,
ReplyDeleteReveal the fears,
The fears that we all uphold;
Conquer and lose
or
Conquer and succeed.
What will become of me?
The questions have been asked
The echoes have never responded
Their wisdom remains to be imparted
The forks in the roads
Were never tests of our judgement
They were tests of faith
The faith we consume to keep us human
Do we choose to believe in ourselves?
Do we manifest our own destinies?
I, too, was a person.
I still am.
But I'm different, for better or for worse,
On pathways parallel and perpendicular
Walking and walking
The blind leading the blind.