Young, vibrant, and couldn't be told a thing about us.
The world was at our feet, with the sun at the window and the moon at the door.
We strived for success with movements that made waves like the ocean.
Deep sea dreamers with ambition to match.
We leap, jumped, walked, ran and swam, to nowhere fast.
Walked along the shores of what could be.
Told much of the world and to live it for ourselves as much as possible.
Blinded not by others but our own egos.
Deaf to the wisdom of the old and inexperienced to the truth of the new.
Young and full of life as we were, bold and never getting old.
Along the way gained our own wisdom of the old with the new through experience.
Left most in the past and that's were some deserve to be.
Some of us made those dreams happen.
Most of us reevaluated our dreams and went for new ones.
Others did both, while the rest gave up and gave in to the nay sayers.
Now we're just mostly, mothers and fathers, or just responsible for others.
Living lives trying to stay afloat and enjoy the ride.
With momentarily longing and suppressed emotions.
Here we are, with the world still at our feet, the sun at our window and the moon at our door.
What shall we do with it?
About the Creator
Marie
Just a woman in a world of glorious people, with immeasurable souls. Some are lost, some never have been, and others are found.
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