I Wonder What Happened

"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional." 

Chili Davis 

~I Wonder What Happened?~

When I became an adult what happened?
Did I move away from joy and fun?
Did I linger on moments of past events?
Did I long to be young again?

What did I do?

When I learned that I was no longer a child what happened?
Did I go off the deep end and screw the first thing in a skirt?
 Did I love no more?
Did I hunt down my old self and scold him for what I a now?

What did I do?

Beautifully made, wonderfully made, targeted at birth for death.
When you become an adult does that pass away?
When you become an adult do old dreams die?
When you become an adult what matters? 

What did I do?

When I became an adult what happened?
When I learned that I was no longer a child what happened?
I guess the simple answer may shock some of our viewers.
It may make them run for cover, and wonder why I would do such a thing.

I did not lose my joy and fun.
I did not linger on the events of my past.
I did not wish to be young again.I did not screw the first skirt that I saw.
I did not lose love.
I did not hunt down my old self and scold him for what I am now.

What did I do?

I grew up. 

Too Bad Not for Me... Today

"The worst thing isn't a fear of commitment, the worst thing is being with the wrong person because of a fear of loneliness."

 ~Unknown

~Too Bad Not for Me... Today~ 

Everything  I am, and everything I have is all the same thing.
Everything I have, and everything I am makes sense inside of my head.
Everybody else who looks on in does not feel the same way.
Because everything I am, and everything I have is all the same to me and me alone. 

Loneliness is a fleeting emotion, and a held hand is a passing feeling.
Do the two coincide?
Maybe not, but in my head they are one in the same.
For everything that I am, is everything I am not, and everything I am is not everything that I have. 

I want to know the fears of everything that I fear.
I want to know all that is rummaging inside of my mind.
Everything that takes place happens for a reason.
Everything that takes place introduces me to the other side of the line. 

Everything I am, and everything I have is one in the same.
Everything I have and everything I am makes me believe more than what I can see.
The unknown is embraced, and the feeling set in to set fire to the city.
When a dark turn turns, my head sets in, and the inevitable death comes along.

For everything I am is up in the air, and the loneliness takes hold.
And the fear is setting in and fleeting less than I had feared.
Everything I am, and everything I have is all the same thing.
Everything I have, is damaged and broken waiting to be made new again.
Sometimes a held hand is all you need.
To bad not for me... today.