Sunday, June 21, 2015

It's still me...I hope...

And it rains
And it gladdens my senses
It reminds me of that young boy
Who sought it's full onslaught
Determined to brave it
Exploring it's violence
Discovering his true self
Romanticizing the futileness of those endeavours
And living his dreams

I look at me now.
The downpour but a distraction
From the avalanche of of experiences
That make everyday life
No time. No patience.
To breathe in the the wet soil
As it rises up to the the monoliths that touch the sky
And falls victim
To the impossibility of city life
And fails to reach
That grown up boy
Now a man