A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Coming of Age

Vanquishing innocence

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

 

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