Ahh, but there was a time
when it was so,
and it was always.
I was the center of everything
I was never noticed
I knew it all
I didn't know enough
I could do no wrong
I could always make it work
I couldn't get better
I couldn't do anything right
I couldn't have been worse
I wasn't cared for
I cared for no one
I needed no one
I would never do that
I would never need help
I would never be old enough
I would never be old
They knew nothing
They would never go away
They were never there for me
They wouldn't leave me alone
They would never leave me
It would never happen to me
It would never be better
It would never get worse
It would never end
I was always I
And it was always them
It was an eternity
It was a moment
There was ever-so-briefly
a time it was so,
... when the pendulum stood still.
... It was always...
... and we were always so.
a/n:
There are so many ways
to digest the preceding...
I call it "The Always Time"
but youth always ends.
Not for better,
or for worse,
but simply something new.
Something new,
yet built upon,
and with, the old.
Something built with
more conscious purpose
than "The Always Time."
Something I think of as
"The Now Time."
Maybe the defining characteristic
of the "Now" time
is that we finally SEE each "Now"
as being bookended
by a concrete "Was"
and an infinitely moldable "Next".
Enough of my thoughts,
poetry is really about
what you, the reader, bring to it,
what it brings forth from you,
and what you do with the combination,
for every "Now" holds a lesson,
a choice, and infinite "Nexts".
Especially "The Always Time."
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