How time has flown by and my gray hair says it all

of time gone, though when I leaf the pages back just

a little, yesterday I was that teenager, yesterday a child

who wanted nothing more than more candy

and I’ve seen the train wrecks, I’ve seen the stories,

I’ve heard the different versions, I’ve seen the lies,

I’ve seen the truths, I’ve been stomped on, I’ve been

taken for a ride, I’ve been told to follow orders

and I’ve rebelled, not to long ago I was wincing away

because I did so much wrong to fight for what I felt

was right. I no longer wince. They lied. They protected.

They told stories that shown themselves in

the best light. And I’m done with stories. Done

because I now realize that is how stories begin,

we’ve learned about them as a kid,

when we made our first excuses and magic 18 or 21

suddenly frees, and the fence and bars

come quickly when

it is quickly felt that like laws of matter,

laws of social convention exist, as does

some many frills and what not. Done. You’ve said

your piece, now I’ll say mine and

we are two boxers in a ring. No longer am I

the child. Inequalities still exist but I am

no longer the kid that simple just did as he

was told.