Rain soaked pavement
Sunlight seeping through the warm midsummer day
A whispery breeze
Pools of puddles of water
Red boots stomping with delight
Droplets flying with each step release drop
New beginnings feel like childhood.
Golden, sunlight, and endless.
Adventurous and exciting; but warm and safe wrapped in a embrace.
At least how it ought to be, the way I lived my younger days
At two and twenty, the memories ought to have faded
Lent to a more “mature adult”
Not quite world weary, but full of supposed understanding.
And yet, I find failure in this weathered, set pattern.
I’m still full of gold and bursting with dreams.
I cling all the more the idiocy-
I ask the questions that could mean a million things-
Yet, mean nothing at all.
Let’s talk of some substance they cry.
But I ask-
What if you could fly ?
What would you do if you had no eyes?
What if you lived and never died, but only as a French Fry?
Just as sunlit days make way to rainy days that fall into
Cold. Blistering, slithering, cold days
When the earth remains dull and brown; robbed of its luscious green
And the dirt begins to freeze
No longer gentle on your knees
The child remembers reality
Reality remembers far less than the endless summers of childhood
Then the dripping drear creeps in
Thick, it blankets. Stifles, it cripples adolescent thoughts
Wake up it says. Progress it says.
I hoped to write this record to record that I
I too, am alive.
I hope this is the beginning of a thrive
Not just a new start
Where the mature outweighs the silly or the silly outweighs the mature
Perhaps, I am not so one-sided as I fear.
A Poem by L.V Roy.