Soon, the weight of independence
will swat me from my day-dream
like a gnat from the sky.

For the life in the great beyond
is hell for the naive
and I am but a fledgling
in a lake of swans.

What have I learned about being human
and what must I still learn
before I am ******
into the void of 9-5
and ''car-pooling"?

I still dance beside the river
and swing in the park.

I still stay up to late
and sing too loud
to old songs from Disney.

And now society demands
that all of my future endeavors
will be decide by
some letters
that don't evaluate my worth
as a human being.

My entire life, present and future
have become rooted in  knowledge
that contributes nothing
to my personality,
morality,
my goals as a
person.

(or is that no longer a relevant term?)

Freedom, Independence,
The American Dream.

And when I lay in my coffin
and reminisce
on the adventure that was life,
and how I touched lives
and solved personal issues,
rescued friends
from normality.
How I fought for the betterment
of a minority,
I will be glad I learned
Pythagorean Theorem,
Newton's Law.

I will smile coldly in my grave.
I shall thank the Lord
I went to college.

You were a gift of serenity
you were a gift of tireless worry,

Don't remind me of the afternoons
under the sun.
Or the nights in the backroom.

And I hear those songs
and you peek in my eyes again.
But only until the first note fades.

It makes it so much harder to forget
how perfect
it all seemed.

and much more difficult
to believe it
was all a
dream.

I remember inhaling lines
of poetry
off the bathroom floor

I can't recall what
the poem was about
or why
I never remembered
what happened
the night before

Maybe it was about
you
and the
cold hard ground
where we crashed
after our trip to
Neverland

Or possibly the essence of
wonder
that I wore as perfume
to enchant bleak nights
and how I wished you would
kiss it off
my neck