When everyday is the same you start to forget.
You forget all the possibilities of the big wide world, and the fire that burned in your heart and soul begins to flicker and fade.
When all the what ifs and maybe's become more than you can bare. And the adventures, the romances and the right you have as a living, breathing creature to want it all seem like another life. Someone else's life. Not yours.
You look back on days past. Wild, crazy, don't give a shit youth. Like fairy tales told to you. It's impossible to relive those days. Even more impossible in the slow creep of middle age rat race.
But it comes to you. In flashes and half forgotten day dreams.
Sounds. Smells. A song from days past. The magic spell to bring it all back to your senses.
Only briefly. Only moments.
But in them, the seeds of a time when all the world was ahead of you. You had all the time in the world. All the days to waste in that special way that only the young can get away with.
Drives. Walks. Endless talk of life's most stupid and most joyous trivialities.
What would one do to get back to those days? When the weight of the sadistic nightmare that is adult life didn't keep you under thumb.
Didn't numb the soul with bills and punching the clock and constant threat of losing it all.
Maybe there truly is no way back. And maybe all we can hope for is one last opportunity to reclaim, even if it's only briefly, or so small a spec of, that feeling of immortality. To get back that fire of passion in our hearts, our souls, our minds. To burn brightly, brilliantly, in the darkness.
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Author:
John Thomas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2016 03:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Getting old, it sucks.
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
Thanks buddy!
Welcome
There is Nothing to Be Frightened of the Sense of an Ending...
Eros & Thanatos,Teddy😭
or
Is it the littleness of life that art exaggerates?!😯
In the grand scheme of existence, we all are little and insignificant.
Just thinking about more carefree times is all.
Don't you ever wish you could go back?
Back to where❔
We are BOTH Young...
Cheer UP.
I'm happy, for the most part. Just have those moments with the approach middle age. There's a scene from Woody Allen's Celebrity that kinda sums it all up...
" Lee Simon: One minute you're in the lunchroom at Glenwood High and you fucking blink and you're 40, you blink again and you can see movies at half price on a senior citizen's pass. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, or to put it more accurately, ask not for whom the toilet flushes."
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