Before It Was Complicated
Around and around the merry-go-round
Bound by nostalgia and youthful
Cheer, we've spun until we no longer
Deem to be care and wrinkle free.
Ever so mindful of days gone by so
Fruitful did they seem. Now from the
Ground we see the roots are
Hastily beginning to show.
If all the while as years flew by, the
Joy of simplicity seeming more
Keen than coy, why fight these recurring
Lines. The ones that come from laughs and
Maybe crows. Only the feet though.
No, not necessarily the implied bad
Omen. We spun so long we forget
Perhaps, that we started so
Quiet and without a thought. It turned
Raucous and complicated, ridiculous and
Stressful. How did spinning in circles
Turn into stacking anvils. Trembling
Under the weight while knowing of a
Vision that casts through the mess like a
Whimsical world magnifying glass. An
X-ray to see past the sad layer. To see a
Youthful version of yourself that remains
Zany and zealous and blissfully unknowing
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2022
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