Remember when we chased butterflies,
Ran behind dreams,
Stalked opportunities,
Shadowed hope and trailed desires.

Today, staring at a picture postcard laden desk,
The only thing I chase is the end.
Finality has replaced hope and uncertainty is no longer exciting.

We've grown beyond our age,
And aged beyond our dreams,
We're all but asleep,
With open eyes.

A nightmare as a daydream,
A de-shriveled reality,
A symphony of monotonic cacophony,
Of timelines and deadlines
Where we're all looking for a lifeline.

A throw out to yesterday,
Looked through kaleidoscopic eyes,
Where every tree was green and every sky blue,
Where the future held hope and life held purpose.