Growing Up

I've been doin' for me
since I noticed
nobody was doin' for them.

That must have been the same day
I first saw the man in the white coat.

At that age we always
act more foolish than we are,
simply to please those
who please us not.

Motor skills booming,
new discoveries,
so much to swallow
or take in so quickly.

An age where
the whole world is unfolding.
We see life as it should be.

We react with no remorse.
Easy decision molding,
never worried about what "could be"

We shy not from fear.
We make sure our voice is heard.

No matter if the speech is clear,
we fail not to scream every word.

We establish our own language
and pretend they can understand.
This way, they appear to be foolish
for not recognizing former dialect.

They think they are making progress
with mental development on demand,
but they never tried returning
back to the beginning i will bet.

Aloof

Now that I know the valley
where the sun seems to shine,
I raise my hand over the sun
and break the UV concentration.

A hand print of shade
rests over my eyes unblind.
My pupils grow
to reveal devastation.

I then notice
that i am in a new sort of area
i have never met before today.

I attempt to focus,
to breathe deep to calm histeria.
Alone, among rubble i lay.

Where am i?
What do i rest upon?
Why the fuck is the sun so bright?

I see nothing for miles.
The floor is sharper than jagged teeth.
I wish the sun would leave.

Go hide under the horizon!
Come back when my eyes are gone!
Send for the moon.

The sun abides
and leaves me to lay and await
the end, the eminent doom.

A white substance rises
from where the sun fell.
Wide eyed i stare.

An immaculate glow
rises so slow,
but for speed i do not care.

Where black remained:
Roy, G, and Biv
have dispersed over my head.

The moon is fully revealed.
I experience some sort of spazm.
The whites of my eyes become red.