Thoughts on Coming Of Age
There comes a time in a man's life when he's forced to abandon youthful dreams. In a split second, he's no longer what he was or what he wants to be; he becomes just what he is. No pattern or formula exists to sum up the equation of his life. It just becomes a constant, ever-revolving around himself.
Heartfelt ambitions and over-zealous thoughts are forced to fall by the wayside. Finding themselves replaced by the will to survive, they slowly wither and die. There's not enough living to support all 3 paths inside one person... not to a big enough extent to matter.
Why must life be this cruel though? Keeping faith and hope in your dreams seems the best, no, the only way to live when young. What happens to the imagination without limits? What inner demon silences it? Why? How do the voices of reason and logic gain so much power so quietly? And all so they can ambush your dreams and imagination and lock them away in memories, never letting them see the light of day. Never leaking them out. Nailing shut the coffin hidden within conformity of all the things you have to leave behind.
Heartfelt ambitions and over-zealous thoughts are forced to fall by the wayside. Finding themselves replaced by the will to survive, they slowly wither and die. There's not enough living to support all 3 paths inside one person... not to a big enough extent to matter.
Why must life be this cruel though? Keeping faith and hope in your dreams seems the best, no, the only way to live when young. What happens to the imagination without limits? What inner demon silences it? Why? How do the voices of reason and logic gain so much power so quietly? And all so they can ambush your dreams and imagination and lock them away in memories, never letting them see the light of day. Never leaking them out. Nailing shut the coffin hidden within conformity of all the things you have to leave behind.