And so,
It happened that
I went out a wandering,
Long-like as young gals do,
Strolling out along the land,
With nothing but trouble, true.
Stretched those lanky legs outward,
Each step taking me all the way through.
Can you even imagine the feeling that, once
there—standing there at the middle point, I was
more than half the way there. But to goddamn
where? That is the question that no one will ask,
no matter how level that may be to freaking do.
So, here’s what this young lad—not so young
now, granted—is going to do: wise up to a fun
thing taught to me by a boy named Pete,
who was devilishly sweet with searing
heat. His shadow—a trickster was he—
stitched to him so he could be seen.
I was his darling then, and he,
my dear friend, taught me
that this adulting shit
must come to a
necessary
end.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Now, don't answer this! Why did Obi, Popeye, Tom, etc go over the hill?! LOL.
Peter Pan a favorite as a child I guess it was because he demonstrated a spirit wild. Loved the journey up and down the hill of words on this journey. Fantasy on such a lovely wandering to nowhere or should I say everland. Well done Tristan
Well written, your poem revolves around the journey of self-discovery and the challenges of transitioning from youth to adulthood. The poet reflects on their experiences of wandering, both physically and metaphorically, contemplating the uncertainties and questions that come with growing up. The subject matter includes nostalgia for youth, the complexity of adult responsibilities, and the realization that some aspects of life are cyclical or repetitive.
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