I HIT MYSELF SO HARD
I KNOCKED ME OUT
When the words
won’t come out
right
I look to go back
to an earlier life
when there was less complexity,
more humanity in the visions
I see laying
round about
earlier versions of me.
Everything good comes easier,
to youth with
less walls
to inhibit the reams of dreams
that always started with
“what do you want
to be when you grow up?”
This whole growing up thing,
what did it bring
to me?
Certainly there was some pleasantries
that came with acquiring age
but at every
stage I lost
some of what I had been given when I was a young dope,
small and unlearned
but filled with
hope
for simple pleasures
that filled my leisure’s
until street
lights came on
to drown out moon
lit nights.
A man can only look back
at the things he
wanted
when he was just a kid
and wonder
what happened along the way
that split the
seams
of those simple
childhood
dreams.
© M Durfee
2.17.2015
we lose our innocence and can become jaded far too early
ReplyDeletedepended on the circumstances and things we witness...its sad if we give in to it though...cause that is what keeps us crippled and in place...in line...
Dreaming is a bit like knitting ... now if only I knew how to knit ... awesome poem, Mark ... smiles ...
ReplyDeleteWish I could remember those dreams as more than a passing fancy of childhood
ReplyDeleteI get it, Mark. I remember all the dreams and am fulfilling them more and more these days. Yes, I have become much more cynical about people--wary of them. But I know that other people don't make the dreams come true--I do.
ReplyDeleteHow sad Mark to look back and wonder what happened to all those childhood dreams ~ I hope I still have some years and energy to realize some dreams ~ Have a good week ~
ReplyDeleteI guess we all struggle with lost dreams at some point, one can only grip new ones. Beat your chest and go on :) Hi there, I missed everyone ;)
ReplyDeleteOh man! This is something I'm thinking about a lot lately. Probably because my bean is just starting his life. The hopes, the dreams, the idealistic picture still alive in him...
ReplyDeleteMark, most of my dreams and hopes have had to change. I live for contentment and peace. xo
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