When the world is moving so fast and everything seems like it’s running on empty, where’s the time? One step, one minute, one peanut-butter stained overall.
Running out of time?
Running out of your mind?
Running past fines and lines and suntan lines while falling behind?
Lord help you.
The world is going too fast!!
The world is going too slow!!
The world is going and going and going and I'm growing but I'm not ready to finish growing.
I don't want to grow up,
I want to grow down,
Down back into my overalls that I wore for fun and not for anyone.
Down back into my grandma's pajamas and peanut butter sandwiches sliced horizontally.
That is where I want to be,
But oh the irony!
Because here is where I used to want to be!
When I was four I wanted more!
I wanted to leave my overalls and get out, to explore!
But here I am with the age and height I thought I wanted,
and I feel more trapped,
I feel more hunted.
I want to be free, but isn't that what I've always wanted to be?
I want to be free to study philosophy and pursue real dreams.
I joke and I laugh at my acts of the past, but those acts of the past and the easiest activities to attack,
Because I love them,
Boy oh boy do I love them.
I love playing store and selling objects to people.
They may be bad or good,
But what I love is the process of persuasion,
Selling and persuading and trying to convince,
I like to seek and pry and convict.
Well maybe I have a future in law?
Or maybe not.
Well maybe I have a future in overalls,
Running through forests,
Scooping up fish,
With my bare hands,
In a local pond,
Singing one of each of my favorite songs,
And bursting with happiness and joy.
I am going back to my past to discover who I am today.
I am going back to my past to find who I want to be.
I am not running out of time because I am time.
I am the *tick! And the *tock!!
I set the time and pursue the limit,
I see the world and need to know what's in it,
But what is that?
The limit does not exist.