Maybe these ambitions that I polish up and hang on my wall are simply for show and all I really want to do is climb into bed under the security of my 400 count and not do anything.
Maybe if I'm silent enough, my responsibilities will over look me how my friends used to in hide and seek.
What happened to those days?
The days of hide and seek.
The days when the only thing I had to worry about was getting in before the streetlights lit the pavement.
The days when we set our watches by when Full House was on TV or when we had ice cream man radar.
Why don't those juice boxes taste the same?
Why do I play pretend with Julia and have to call it "pretend" because I can't really see those pirate ships and dinosaurs the way that she can?
What if that's just life?
Maybe I shouldn't be surprised but rather, more accepting.
Maybe I should have expected life to become the routine that it has.
School, homework, meetings, more homework, sleep.
Redundancy
Redundancy
Redundancy
Redundancy
… redundancyoh…..midnight. Time for sleep.
2 comments:
I guess the easy answer for this question is...people change. When I stop and think about how the people around me develop, and how they start choosing to live life their own way, it actually makes me sad. It's probably the hardest thing to live with your head screw on tight, and at the same time reaching out to God. What I think is funny is how we point the finger at people when they change, and then we can't understand why people get pissed off at us for changing.
Thou art a poet, my friend.
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