The Creek

I’m hip enough to see that I a’int cool. I’m smart enough to know that I’m a fool. I’m young enough to think that this a’int fair. I’m old enough to wish that I didn’t care. I took a walk down to the creek so that I wouldn’t have to speak to anyone. It didn’t even make me nervous that I couldn’t see beneath the surface, I just jumped. I read a line in a book about one’s memory; it said that I don’t have one, that it has me. It was refreshing to read that it isn’t only me who’s cursed; as much as I regretted not having written it first. I swam for several hours waiting for thunder showers that seemed imminent, but there was no lightning by the time night came, so back home I went.