...is that you don't have to take it.
In the corners of your teenage room
Where days collect with dust and setting sunbeam crossing
There your thoughts mature too soon
And sleep won’t come but tangled sheets your turn and tossing
Tomorrow holds the keys in keeping
Won’t open gates that unjustly keep your mind from flying
Across the fields so ripe for reaping
Your rightful place whose existence your elders keep denying
But your wings will unfold in time
Perhaps in looking back you may regret your impatient waiting
But you will live your own life not mine
And there are infinite pleasures encased in anticipating.
Where days collect with dust and setting sunbeam crossing
There your thoughts mature too soon
And sleep won’t come but tangled sheets your turn and tossing
Tomorrow holds the keys in keeping
Won’t open gates that unjustly keep your mind from flying
Across the fields so ripe for reaping
Your rightful place whose existence your elders keep denying
But your wings will unfold in time
Perhaps in looking back you may regret your impatient waiting
But you will live your own life not mine
And there are infinite pleasures encased in anticipating.
8 comments:
Ah, the youthful dreams anticipating the reins of adulthood. The longest held illusion against the greatest odds.
Word varification (no shit): "doodin"
Yes I am.
"doodin" verb-perfect for a man of your qualifications :)
Yes, my thoughts did mature too soon. Then I graduated and left home. Some say too early but they did not se my thoughts...
Sounds like you have a better empathy with adolescent boys than I do with my own adolescents :)
Subtorp: I think the teenage years are the scariest - like living throught a chemical attack.
Cinnamon: dunno about empathy :) Sagittarius & I have found it best to choose our battles carefully when dealing with our twin teenage sons (Heckle & Jeckle)
The people who most like to dish it out can't take it.
James: True; and conversely, those who most need to take it don't :)
oh this is so true. wonderfully put.
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