When I was young I used play
on the old man's apple tree
When I was young I used to scream
out Ollie Ollie auxen free
To young to blame it on these mistakes
to old to have any excuse for
the trouble it makes
generations apart from
my old wrinkled eyes
following the childish breadcrumbs
that keep falling from the skies
It's the piece of mind that grows from
this fine tuned machine
accomplish self fulfillment
with a unfamiliar scheme
My motivation to be an adult
has decided to catapult
me over the picket fence
to land on my 2.5 kids
I used to play in the sandbox
with the same little voices
And I would always remember
to bring a spare vine
The chimes from the clock
would signify re cess and
tell all the kids that it's snack time
I'm Less than a cartoon away from
being the last in line
Kickball is my life juice boxes
are my therapists
those are the simple pleasures
that used to get
and they now leave me
here motionless
walking to the mailbox to send
my life away with a signature
I remember all the jokes we used to tell
each other stop you're killing her
you almost crushed that pray mantis
A crime punishable by death that
would put your name on the list
rumor is that Santa Claus compiles
pages worth of information
but that fake fairy tale has nothing on
the damage I have done
I broke 4 windows, chased 5 girls,
not to mention the cats I taunted
And still this year I got every
present that I wanted
I believed in folk lore and made wagers
for peanut butter sandwiches
the blissful innocence that gave me attention
when I had new bandages
Yhe transition is identified as growing
up but I lost interest in
the responsibility that kills
your first star wishes
The corner of the room had my initials with
a dunce cap that's colored and shaped
to match perfectly with my superhero cape
But now my cape is replaced with a
button- down shirt and a mature smirk
that shows my soul to be
nothing of worth
Finger- painting and typing,
my marvelous hands at work
The difference in creating for my cause
or as someone else's clerk
No more kisses on the cheek and
red faces from embarrassment
It's the long drawn out process and regretting
words I sort of meant