during childhood we are indoctrinated, imprinted
perhaps unconsciously, with the ideal of
adulthood responsibility, and we each build
this solid structure, this idea, of what it means
to be an adult, or what our adult selves will be -
and so as children, we give up our fate
to the Gods we call Mother and Father.
now that i have staked my claim in adulthood
i often look back - and childhood seems such a solid place:
right - wrong,
black - white,
absolutes dictated by our (then) elders, removing
the need for such convoluted thoughts within ourselves.
life was solid, questioning only within our given framework
but now
life is fleeting,
ideas are fleeting,
walls flicker with the potential
of their non-existence, and dreams
take on a reality equal to that reality i have come to know.
so now i descend,
into an increasingly unreal
and unknown space. and i wonder,
perhaps when i reach my golden years
the world will have completely
deconstructed, dissolved, and i
along with it
will cease to be.
Christopher Withers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adult-irreality/
