My time as a child, thinking of today
I remember, when I was a boy
Thinking things would get easier
That adults knew
What to do
How to act
And what to be
All it takes is time
I thought
All it takes is time
Now I know
That grown-ups
Have the same thoughts
But also have the same feelings
Of fear
Of anxiety
Of loneliness
That children have
They may
Even have more
Feelings
Like regret and grief
Despair and dread
A child has grown-up worries
A grown-up has childlike fear
A child who learns to outrun
His feelings
Becomes an adult
Whose feelings
Catch him
There’s no outrunning
Something that bursts
From within
Without them
Life is a bore
With them
Life is finding a way
To swim upstream
But only as far
As it takes to learn
That freedom is not in the thrashing
But in the decision
To let go
To let the waves wash over
Like a child feeling the power
Of first time, well-cried tears
