When I was young

I felt like Sean Connery

Onto me fell adoration

And lunchboxes of camaraderie

But as time advances

Akin to a linear-aqua-tempest

It’s all just eviction notices

And driver’s license-premised

When I was young

Euphoria clung to me with delicate tendrils

And swung me away from

Maturity’s vast array of clandestine quills

But as this ground subsumes

Jungles of offices, fortresses, graveyards of all kinds

Her face, once so pure,

Like paper airplanes into disgruntled fingers, steadily unwinds

When I was young

There was no inbetween

And on my treasured armoire

Guitars, diaries, and an aluminum baseball bat leans

But as the sky mutates

With his vivaciousness developed so ordainedly

He was bombarded by the bullets of business

With their Kafkaesque cannons of chicanery

When I was young
I lived life by the colors

With smiles of purple

Green patty-cakes couldn’t be duller

But as the colors were erased

By the fists of reality’s ruthless rhythm

I find myself always attempting to sprint, unsuccessfully

To childhood’s embracing ethereal prism.