Life Cycle, We’re All in it

To be naive again. To not know, would be a blessing. 

When you are a kid, there is morning where the sun rises, the birds chirp, mom makes breakfast, everything is good. Then there is night time where the sun sets, the birds go to sleep, the coons and skunks come out and streetlights go on reminding us of the dark. And everything is good. You go to sleep to make the dark go away faster so that you can wake up and do it all again. And you can’t wait to do it all again. 

Then you grow up.. and start to see the dark everywhere. Mostly on the streets. 

The places that you’ve passed and visited as a child that gave you a feel good, happy feeling were now dingy and cheap looking. Most of ‘em for sale, turned into something new that won’t last, or were just beaten and old with age. Paint peeling, roof’s leaking. 

Candy shops and French fry trucks that made you feel like the king of the castle as a kid, now only bring a lingering feeling you just can’t rid. 

You see the playgrounds and basketball court you spent so many days and nights on feeling like the whole world was ahead of you, now deserted. The arcades and drive-in’s too. 

It’s mostly in the people’s faces though, that you see the dark. All those strangers on the street, the one’s you used to watch through your parents window in the backseat. They looked so full of life, so eager to get to the next place. Then you grow up and realize they’re all just a small part of the grand rat race. 

Now you don’t look out the window because you know what’s there; the cycle of repetition and the faces of despair. 

Drowning in their sins, their what if’s and didn’t do’s. Hoping one day the world will give back, blessing them with some grand news. 

Waiting, anticipating, expecting. And dying before it comes. 

It’s a cycle, we’re all in it and we will all be long gone before there’s anyone to tell us what this world we are on, becomes.