Reid@YWP

For a long time 

I'd have vivid dreams,  

bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss 

of being wherever 

and the closest return  

to the mind of a child 

Tell me we'll be ten forever 

and I'll ride my scooter to your house 

every day, and never learn 

not to trip over the crack on your driveway. 

The inevitable 
Time 
Ticking by 
It seems to speed up 
The older I get 
The closer I get 
To passing through 
The bewildering 
Magnificent archway 
Of eighteen.