How can I put this
without sounding
as selfish
as I have always been?
I’ve been feeding a monster,
but this isn’t the way
it has always been.
If I had a time machine,
I would reach back
and change
one little thing;
I’d never have started
growing up,
I’d have kept
what I could
of my innocence.
We’re always rushing off
to hurt ourselves somehow.
The way we speed
and need to play around.
Running off to war,
or something more
destructive, how
do we expect to live,
when all our dreams
are in the ground?
We give up the universe
for petty pleasures.
Trade in immortality
for half the answers.
Get a life, a wife,
no time for
childish misadventures,
but we know inside
they’re just bleeding us out.
Was there ever any doubt?
That somehow we’ve been disconnected
from wonder,
from solace,
from awe.
We signed on the line for adulthood,
understood it was promised from God,
but we were deceived,
we were tempted
to believe
we concede to a flaw;
created with endless potential,
designed with no limits at all.
We were tricked
to give in to fear
and told how brave
we were.
Never saw the scissors in their hand,
as they pushed us out the door,
they snipped away the cord,
that connected us to our past.
I feel like there was an instant
where I lost my only chance,
to live forever,
in every world,
now I’ll never get it back.
Am I mourning the loss
of my childhood,
or just fondly lost in that,
memory of limitless
potential that I had.
HG – 2016
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.