there was a time
when adulthood, the dreaded word,
was galaxies away
completely unreachable
fast forward two years - wasted
thinking "this can't be!"
as reality cackles at
my pleas for a
prolonged childhood.
now i can taste adulthood,
it's merciless aroma filling my nose,
it's bitterness leaving my tongue
rotting.
clouding my brain with infinite
scenarios
crashing down into my mind
like meteors
remnants of past lives
clutter the floor
of my hippocampus
all ripped to pieces
from the attack
but the threat
still awaits in the horizon
there is no way
i could ever fake out
adulthood.
and as the weight
of the knowledge
pushes down into my chest, i realize
these next two years
will pass by me
quicker than
light travels through
space.
