Once upon a time,
I used to dream,
My mind wandering in childlike exploration,
I ruled the world!
Without all the work…
Bright eyed and bushy tailed,
For a time just skipping through life.
Inevitably, my wanderings took on a pattern,
A predictable, repetitive sequence,
To the same brilliant colors dulled them,
Springy skipping, became an apathetic saunter,
Dominated by casual and infrequent considerations.
The Utopian ideals that I once admired,
Morphed into a thing of imagination,
Banished to the deeper recesses of ‘The Good Times’,
Such nostalgic irony it is to be the idealistic child,
Who grew up!