I was the boy who refused to grow up
And as punishment for this hubris
The world moved on without me.
My friends all out grew make-believe
While I spun stories in my head.
They learned and embraced responsibility
While I was crushed by the weight of my decisions.
They adapted to the jaded world of adulthood
While I became prisoner to my habits and ideals.
They pressed on from struggle and forward with life
While I stood still, wallowing in depression.
They have their futures
While I have my present.
And perhaps, like the absent-minded astronomer,
They will fall into the well of Now
While I sit back and enjoy the city lights.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
I was the boy who refused to grow up
And as punishment for this hubris
The world moved on without me.
My friends all out grew make-believe
While I spun stories in my head.
They learned and embraced responsibility
While I was crushed by the weight of my decisions.
They adapted to the jaded world of adulthood
While I became prisoner to my habits and ideals.
They pressed on from struggle and forward with life
While I stood still, wallowing in depression.
They have their futures
While I have my present.
And perhaps, like the absent-minded astronomer,
They will fall into the well of Now
While I sit back and enjoy the city lights.
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