One Brushstroke
Youth was just a lone brushstroke
Foolishly, I thought it would forever glow...
the same best friend forever
the same candy store from heaven
the same field of flowers gold...
but youth never really had a chance.
It was dragged from the warm tide pool
into the deep blue end.
So many wasted moments
swinging from the social anxiety tree
lonely bee looking for the flower
amidst a decade and a half of cold concrete...
The best friend died of liver disease
the heavenly candy store is gone
eaten by a horde of attorneys
the wildflower field plowed under
by rows of broken homes.
One brushstroke on the canvas of eternity.
The joke had always been on me.
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