Seeking eloquence in rebellion
Making sure the ideal
Stayed stealthily at hand…
Artfully destroying feet of clay
Unwilling to give up the heroic principle
But bending enough rules to make it seem so.
It would seem I’ve made the transition.
I never intended to go there.
I never intended to grow up.
“Peter pan”esque would I be.
Defiant till the end.
Till when all them bridges are burnt,
And all you can do is grow up and deal with it. Them.
27 April, 2017
For Day#26 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017