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"Grow up!"  they said. Time picked up an unwilling passenger, And headed me down a path, With no trace of childish fantasies. My destiny, corrected. Had I had my way. Looking all around, The roped path, present from the start, Merged with the jungle unnoticed. Alone and unguarded, Dark fears come to mind. My asylum, restored. Had I had my way. As time ticks on, The slow creak of chain tightening join in. Movement growing ever less. My presence in ******* unwavering, Would prove a fated hardship. My freedom, a constant. Had I had my way. The wonders, the sights, The clowns in the fair. All morph into gross parodies, Ridiculous and undignified, Grown men in suits. My ignorance, permanent. Had I had my way. Raindrops from heaven, Once a signal for a game. To sing; drenched and oblivious. Now best left for the movies, Where reality has less say. My actions; unjudged. Had I had my way. "Grow up!" they said. Change is a thief in disguise, The Path of Fate treacherous. My maturity; inevitable. Time had had its way.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Had I had my way.
"Grow up!"  they said. Time picked up an unwilling passenger, And headed me down a path, With no trace of childish fantasies. My destiny, corrected. Had I had my way. Looking all around, The roped path, present from the start, Merged with the jungle unnoticed. Alone and unguarded, Dark fears come to mind. My asylum, restored. Had I had my way. As time ticks on, The slow creak of chain tightening join in. Movement growing ever less. My presence in ******* unwavering, Would prove a fated hardship. My freedom, a constant. Had I had my way. The wonders, the sights, The clowns in the fair. All morph into gross parodies, Ridiculous and undignified, Grown men in suits. My ignorance, permanent. Had I had my way. Raindrops from heaven, Once a signal for a game. To sing; drenched and oblivious. Now best left for the movies, Where reality has less say. My actions; unjudged. Had I had my way. "Grow up!" they said. Change is a thief in disguise, The Path of Fate treacherous. My maturity; inevitable. Time had had its way.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
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