Adulthood

by LIFE MAZI 2 years ago in sad poetry

A Poem

Adulthood
Photo by Katarzyna Grabowska on Unsplash

Shoulders that seem too close to your chest,

Knuckles which crack too often,

Hair that becomes shorter and thinner.

I see us evolving into adults,

The inevitable kind

But also

The kind that can't dream beyond the past.

Or even next week.

The kind that goes into a setting

Only to sit down.

Instead of feeling the textures around them

And breathing in the life that is so ripe and blooming.

These kinds of adults exist too often.

They care so much about the stresses

That are only small stains against a curtain of

Clarity

That they cannot see what is bigger and beyond

In the right places.

Let us not forget to dream in words

That have no boundaries.

Let us believe Mr. Impossible is simply a scary myth,

A character that is feared but who

Does not exist.

And let us forever stay as children in one way or another

Before life's only purpose is for it to be a

Bother.

Amen.

sad poetry
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