The seasons come and go opportunities pass me by no telling what’s next each lesson becomes a piece of the puzzle making for a new beginning colors of the rainbow paint themselves across the sky each different path way leading to another dimension
Heads turn the crowd erupts staring me down don’t know which way to go the beckoning hand entices me forward to reach the beyond the unknown the mysterious
Growing up the world changing around me my sweaty palms slide helplessly down the slick rail I grasp yet find nothing to hold on to turn my head staring down the dusty road at what was there a moment ago but now is gone vanishing without a trace unseen steel weights cling to my ankles holding me down the swinging lantern flickers eerily on and off propaganda caresses me into the matrix little black and white children with blue shirts and red eyes run across the playground laughing and playing oblivious to the menacing thunderhead looming above