My World Of Verses

Growing out of the simple Things

I used to pretend I was playing hide and seek

My hands were pressed against the window, eyes wide open

The sun winking at me through the treetops

Letting me get oh so close to finding him before darting out of sight

And as I sped past him, the bright sun drifting father and farther away

I swore I would return tomorrow and find him, just you wait!

I used to race against the moon

I was on wheels, my hair flapping erratically like the wings of a moth

And the moon seemed to glide, bobbing up and down, deftly navigating the stars that seemed to obstruct her

I remember sticking my tongue out at it as I overtook her, leaving her to bite the dust.

That was an age where imaginairy friends were humored

And real friendship was simple.

I grew older, watched my friends drift away from me

Thinking that I would've taken a bullet for them if they'd ask me to

I let my fingers feel the emotions I refused to hide from

Let the ink bleed through the cracks and imperfections

And somewhere along the way, my playdates were left behind

Perhaps they really couldn't keep up with what I was becoming

Or maybe they had other innocent kids to race after

Or maybe because the sun was no longer an elusive friend,

But a a majestic figue of glory, a muse to all those seeking inspiration

Maybe because the moon was no longer the jolly sportive playmate

But a regal queen, her violet robes glittering with jewels of the sky

Maybe innocent simplicity was the cost of complex poetry

And I couldn't help but wonder if it was a fair trade-off

Even if I wanted them back, I couldn't regain what I'd lost

The intensity of gold against blue still burned into the back of my eyelids

The bedazzled robes of purple and silver swept across my vision

How foolish was I to assume that they were every bit as glorious as they seemed.