Time Has A Way

Distraction takes its toll, as time ticks away any recollection of who

we are. And the dance, continues.

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Didn't it ALL seem easier, when (we were young?)

Imagination led us onto paths, and into w o r l d s - we would have never found on our own.

Strange, (how a handful) of years can smother the adventure.

Time takes its toll, and though (we vowed to be different) than those before us, here we are, exhausted, scheduled, tamed,

Random - are the socks we choose, now bound and tied to routines and deadlines.

Adventure is for the young. Shameful, the surrender to the schedule.

Curiosity (has been banned) while, cats everywhere, run amuck. Wonder is left for, "what's for dinner, or where are the keys?"

Tomorrow competes with sleepless nights and d e a d lines.

Initiation stems from, overbooked calendars and overwhelming expectations

Obligation steals the attention and pleasure from desire.

N e v er thought this would happen to you, as you take another swig of coffee, (aiding you to the finish line.) That is, unless something else pops up.