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…”
Copyright © Faiz Ali | Year Posted 2010
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