I feel like such a child
Like Peter Pan
but without the magic
I never feel like I’ve grown much
From where I first began
And yet… time moves so quickly
So fast, I can just barely keep up
Before long I’ll be another speck of dust
On the wind, quickly forgotten
There won’t be a mark I will leave behind
Three words echo in my mind, without explanation
Timberrocks Pepperburr Moonshine
Over and over, and I can’t find their meaning
Their purpose. They just sit there.
Watch me ramble, ramble constantly
But is there a point to my words?
Do they make a difference?
Sometimes I’m not sure
Some words just come randomly
I can type “seven circlets of brass and gold”
And it’ll mean nothing.
I suppose, we all want to be remembered.
I want to be remembered.
Please don’t let me be forgotten.
But also please let me grow.
I feel so stuck, so trapped.
Confined to be this child forever.
Everyone seems to move on
They find lovers, they find work
They find great success
And I’m happy for them.
And I wish them the best.
But… I also wish.
That… I find it too.
One day.