Friday, I'm in Love

I've noticed something,

As I've begun driving,

Entered the first tier of adulthood.

I am aware of hard it is.

To be a human.

To support oneself, financially,

To be happy with your life.

I am aware of how horrible

Responsibilities are.

I don't want to be an adult-adult.

I want to just be an adult in mind,

Not for real.

Bills and families,

And society, and jobs.

Isn't it crushing?

Why don't they all collapse,

The adults,

Fall over from stress?

I do not want to grow up.

And yet everyday,

I am older.

Time stops for no one.

No one at all.

And everyday is another day I'll never get back.

Another day wasted.

Another day gone.

Now only a wisp of nostalgia.

A tuft of the past.

Smoke,

Slipping through the cracks between my fingers.

And it's horrible.

I hate time.

I hate things

That I have no control over.

It isn't right to hate like I do.

Doesn't it just embitter someone?

And life is not what the films and the novels and the photographs say

It is.

It is something so completely different,

Which is why we have the films and the novels and the photographs.

To let ourselves,

If only for a little while,

Slip into a land

A life,

Which is not our own.

A romanticized take on what existence should feel like.

Look like.

Be like.

A break from the reality

Of jobs,

Homes,

And families.

A break of obligation.

People make art

To escape life.

To envision life as it could be.

Should be.

And the world,

It turns,

And changes.

A little bit everyday.

And we're just specks

Of people,

Small speckles of dust in this thing called humanity.

Nothing stops.

Everything changes.

The game is never won.

Never over.

Just begun.

Again,

And again.

As time goes on.

Goodnight, good-bye, and farewell,

'Til tomorrow doth ring true.