When I Look Around

I have lost

some of the vim and vigor

of life to age.

 

I know that this

is not

anything new,

as the adult

world feels much

the same way.

 

I am reminded

of how it used

to feel to be

youthful, without a care

and I long

for permission to do

likewise.

 

Asking for permission

is such an

ingrained concept,

Permission is not required

to dance in the rain

or to run like

a headless chicken

through unmowen

fields.

 

I long

for the ability

to wake up without

worries about

money

or

how much time is required

to get everything

done in one day

BUT

that is the price

of adulthood.

 

I could not

wait to get what I wanted

~ADULTHOOD~

What I would not

do now,

to go back!