My life as a perpetual child
Created | Updated Feb 14, 2005
My life as a perpetual child
A pome, typed furiously.
Once upon a time
and most days after
I woke up in the middle
of a step
and wondered where I was
going
and why.
Once upon a time
and most years after
I wanted to wake up
from what
I hoped was a dream
gone sour
and stale
Once upon a time
and never thereafter,
I got what I wanted
for Christmas
because I was ready
for anything
but nothing
Once upon a time
and just for a fleeting
glimpse in the distance
since
I saw the bright light
of maturity
dancing maddeningly
and available.
Once upon a time
and never since
I thought adults
knew what they were doing
and that when I was one, too,
I would have, too.