I sit on the eve of adulthood
Having seen and done things
That would have made 5 year old me
I have witnessed the beauty of loss
The same sterility and cruel coldness
Of the bitter snow
That falls, despite our longing it didn't
I have experienced the sting of love
The fires that burn hotter than Hell
And scorch the inner heart,
And outer face of a boy
Still naïve and hopeful
I have lived the restless slumber
The type of sleep you only really know
When fully awake, and yet more asleep
Than you were the night before
I have seen the immaculate dumps
The trash heaps we polish
With as much reverence as we hold
For the creator of the universe
I have done so much
And yet so little
And yet, anything I did
Or am doing
Or have yet to do
Will bore the snot out of 5 year old me
When I was five, I knew what interested me
I was going to be a train driver
Not a conductor
A train driver.
And I was going to be best friends
With Thomas the Tank Engine
Money? Who cares.
I had trains
That could TALK
Let's face it:
It would be completely amazing to have a best friend
Who also happened to be a train
But we all know that isn't possible
But I didn't
I still think we owe it to ourselves
The us we used to be
To see all we can see
Learn all that may be
Set ourselves free
And I know you agree
But we must ask: do we?
Do we actually try and live life to the fullest?
Or do we let it slip by
Like sand through an hourglass
Rain through the air
Another clichéd analogy
A few quotes, from a few roles
"I promise not to waste my life
On common place, ordinary pursuits."
"If I were a rich man..."
"There are secrets on a leaf, in the water, in the air:
hidden planets, tiny worlds, all invisible."
"Daddy, I got cider in my ear."
You could say I learn a lot from my roles.
I pick up traits from all of them
And always end up changing somehow
Which is important
Because adapting is part of life
We come to terms with loss
Learn to love again,
Open our eyes
And see the golden opportunity before us