2014.07.31
Words don’t flow so easily to me
anymore, as they used to when
I could feel.
These days I was told to grow up
tuck away that child inside,
and put in serious work.
Something about growing up
meant apathy, complacency,
reality of drudgery
Taking ownership: your actions
finally matter but nobody cares,
everybody doubts.
Words can’t flow to me so easily
anymore, because they would
make me feel.
I would no longer listen, I would
no longer work, but hope, and
expect unending lives.
That being a kid you somehow
the world will be fair one day,
and we all get fed.
If I just keep writing, if I just keep
feeling, if I just keep going,
it’ll be true.
Choosing peace over war
Choosing security over fantasy
Choosing future over now
Making sacrifices for happiness -
this is growing up.
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