Poem

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." --Eleannor Roosevelt

I wrote this poem the other day. It's about how fast life is, and how teenagers are more lucky then they think they are.


Life goes by and things change
so fast.
Beliefs and dreams
become second
to living your life. It’s almost

too crowded in the hive.
You grow to double digits
in a commercial world
where money is valued
over goals
and love.

Then comes adolescence
The time of dreams
and knowledge
Your identity grows
and dies,
Over and over.
You become you.

Money, power, sex.
The stench of adulthood
fills the air
It used to be the reason
I breathed,
Now it’s choking me. The wheel

turns onwards, to middle age,
Where the hot bath
you just got used to
Gets hotter
and suffocating.
New technology brings anger. Another part

of life. You shed a tear,
for the race you once knew
grows old, like you:
and like you,
will die.

But always remember
Dreamtime,
where life is a game
And you play.
The best ideas come from
that time where life stops
For you
To dream