kid – makeshift26 (The Road That Never Ends)

I want to be a kid again,
not a Toys r Us kid, they’re all gone,
or bicycle Warped tour kid,
that old thing’s rusting in the lawn.
Nothing special, just snow on the tongue when what little snow comes.
I’ll be waiting next year, enduring the fraught summer sun.
Masked strangers masquerading as neighbors.

Always did like the fall.
Leaves falling, distance growing small.
The divide between us all.

You remember.
So do I.

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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