Gone

Years of grumbling, years of solitude, years of forced seclusion…

All of it suddenly blasted the idiotic mind off its already disjoint placing;

Are we really so daft that we refuse to see whats actually staring at us in the face?

Do our eyes betray us? Do we observe so less? Or are we plain condemnatory?

Something that might actually have made the heart race in those days,

Today, it is plain irritating, irrational, impossible...

How fast we do age, at least our mind does; dissolving all emotions logic rules;

Were vanished those vivacious days, where vanished the ability to partake?

May be if not for the betrayal of the senses growth might have been a slow process

Like every other being, being able to laugh at trivia, being able to jump like a bimbo

What brings a laugh now is bite, what brings a smile now is cutting

Few understand; even fewer partake…

Narrower gets the lane, darker, wilder, deeper, muskier;

Yet there is this strange pull, a lulling constant edge that rushes the steps

Pulls forward every foot that was lifted to step back and turn

The darkness that settles round only consoles instead of the fear that was a regular companion

The unknown now is a constant urging, a constant pull

The urge to stand in a lonely street under the shades of a tall structure

The moon reflecting off its top,

Darkness seems like an everlasting dream now, a constant fantasy…

Did we grow up? No idea, but growth did come, take it’s due….and…there, even that is...gone…..

-InfernoSalvo