…lost in the past
When the sun shown
And..I was someone else
A teen who didn’t really
Care..about the future
The next experience..
High on life..a touch
A fight..a drink with
The night..comforted by
Her smile..even when I
Was alone.. I felt free
To run or just exist..
Others lit their smokes
As we chased..it..
A place to be.. with
Someone or no one
We lived..vagabond dreams
Thought that we were on
The brink.. of something
Anything..
Then the world changed
We found.. we weren’t there
Anymore..we travelled..leaving
..for the unknown
Some left this world…
As we became someone
Else..
Lost that..Freedom in.. it’s place
We became secure..
Dreamers.. stuck in our reality
At times..alone in our sureness
We became the things we were
Trying to escape.. adults..
Slaves to purpose..
Responsible..families..jobs..
Bound by certitude..
Freedom became a memory
To hide, to remember, to long for..
As we slowly carry our chains
To the summit of our choices
Then toward our decent to
the old fears made real..
As our peers move on until
I stood alone.. with only
Memories of the light..
And..
Youth.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe