Decade

Drowning myself in contemplation I began to drift into meditation Sincerity Trust Hope Elation Was my upbringing bound to permutations? Laughter fills my thoughts, Children play hop-scotch across an eighties playground, Full of wonderment are our childhood memories; I still see the steam rising from the man holes of New York Clutching at my mothers arm waiting for the train How about the lush beach of Tobago My skin burning from endless exploration of the great blue Then we grow up….. Experiencing change and then more…. Change Start thinking from a higher angle, Separating innocence from rationality We consider true light, but too early for that! Playing starts to get reckless When you are eighteen and living away Far too special to sleep Definitely too cynical to speak I own the world Before the first heartbreak tears our insides apart Just like those intoxicants I had last night Letters of failure flutter through the door Time to go home they read in invisible ink Denial comes to an end Pick up the phone “Hey Mum, Dad…thought you could help me out…”