Exploding into birth, possibility
Overwhelmed by the things all around you
Smothered in fear almost fatally
So you look forward to the next second, then it comes.
A few years in, making friends
Unknowing of the concept that life ever ends
Nothing much to do, cheerful perpetually-
Just looking forward to freedom, then a little comes.
Somewhere around the age of nine
A personality fallen into your lap
Soaking up everyone all around you,
Looking forward to evolution, then it comes.
Nearly a young man, desperation at hand
No longer a child, but not yet adult,
So you decide you’re nothing and just keep moving
And looking forward to another, and then they come.
And another and another- “this one I’ll keepâ€
Choose career, select home, build life up into the sky
Watch progeny grow like roses, speeding out of control-
Looking ever forward, and the whirlwind hurts your eyes.
You remember a man once describing drugs:
“At first they’re all pleasure, but in the end only painâ€
A slow transition playing tricks on your eyes-
Near blind, bedridden, life trickling intravenously
Looking forward- looking forward- and finally it comes
Now you are dead- the story’s end
Take two steps forward and turn back around-
Looking back through the mirror, what do you see?
