How did this come to be?

Like the bird

that forgets to fly,

I am grounded, without purpose.

I shout below, why?

To know again,

Wonder, Fear, and Curiosity!

As I grow larger,

As does the world shrink.

I no longer see the world

as it should be.

The snowman is now cold water.

The trees, once the world in it’s own,

Are now, merely, wood.

How dead my reflection is.

And for that, this eulogy is made:

For the boy

who once feared, once wondered,

Once loved

and once lived.

As it is for the three-legged workhorse,

It is too late for me.