Elucidating Questions

I don’t think I ever lost that teenage fire

So many have

He has

All grown into tired adults

I’m a tired adult but I’m also a firey teenager

I’m also that scared tiny child with nowhere to hide

Can’t they still feel them?

The fires of youth

Don’t they still burn within them?

That cold realization that this world was not what they told you

The want to rebel against it

Had they harnessed it

Would they have the same fire as me?

Instead they fell in line

He did too

He plays within his bounds

I didn’t see happiness in the adulthood my parents had

More freedom, perhaps, than I, a child

I never wanted what they had

Ironic I ended up with less

Clearly I should have specified I wanted it better

I suppose

They’d have to have that fire too

I didn’t really realise he doesn’t until now

It must suck to be a product

Sometimes I pity him

Sometimes I wonder if somehow

I ended up with more of me

And they all ended up with less of themselves