There was a time when excitement ensued,
New cuss words, new friends, and new shoes,
Counting, waiting, endlessly it seemed,
To be an adult,
To do what I pleased,
Then unwelcome one day came,
The day when all the colors fade,
The day the wrinkles appear on my eyes,
The day when life’s novelty died.
All those years I waited for what?
To fight for my country?
To pay taxes?
To give up . . .?
All my imaginary dreams,
All the things I hoped I’d be,
And to show up here with my tank empty?
What o what did I do,
To deserve the misery, my ends fraying loose.
That’s how I feel,
Deep down inside,
Sunken, and beaten, and filled with strife,
This is not how I pictured the days of my life,
To go back now, if only I could,
To the time when life was like a magical book,
And in my hand I hold the magical pen,
The key to make my life what I want it to be,
Then I awaken and realize it all was a dream . . .
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