Grow up!
Like everyone, I buy my plane ticket
one-way, no return
- flying makes me sick -
unavoidable, no choice
“Look, you can’t fall”
except I do, I have
lost myself
I watch my old life, self
disappear, vanish. . .
“Watch out! You aren’t immortal anymore”
Reality is my master now
cruel and harsh.
there is nowhere to run
no escape, feet are chained, shackled
the world is gray and bleak
“You’re old enough to colour in the lines”
but lines were invisible
before
I smelt roses
youthful, elusive
. . . gone forever . . .
January 31, 2000