The Good Old Days

When people talk about their childhood

They speak as if it were an innocent child

Who went out into the world and never

Returned the same, and it makes me worry

For the coming years, we have ahead filled with new experiences and moments,

Novelty every step of the way, carefully walking on stepping stones on a pond

Like a person walking on fire

Burning and wincing every step of the way, then living

One or two nights like everyone else

With disregard to all new adventures.