3. clocks

where did the time go?
what happened to
the days of playing
with my toys in
the basement?
the days where i
turned my loneliness
into adventures,
where the red ranger
met willy wonka,
played hide-and-seek
behind the toy box,
and flew on starly
to the magical islands?

where are the days
where the back basement
was locked
and i wasn’t allowed in?
what happened to the times
when i thought there was
a monster lurking back there,
that only came out
when i was away?

or what about the days
where i didn’t care for “love?”
what happened to girls
having cooties?
you play hello kitty,
i play digimon,
and don’t try to hug me!
keep your kisses
away from me,
i don’t want that,
buzz lightyear doesn’t need kisses!

now the red ranger
and willy wonka
are long since gone,
and i can’t remember
if they went in the trash
or in someone else’s hands,
but they aren’t with me.
starly flew away
and the toy box is gone,
in it’s old place,
mere emptiness,
a small void,
a childhood gone.

and there was no monster
in the back basement,
nothing but dust
and boxes.
there’s no lock anymore,
and i can go back,
but what’s the point?
all the fear and curiosity
fly out the window
when the door is wide-open
all the time.

and love is what i yearn for now.
i don’t think kissing is yucky
but i still haven’t tried,
and i like someone now.
a few years late
but i’m feeling what that’s like,
and it’s lovely and scary
all at the same time.

i guess we can’t
turn back the clock
because life
has to move on.
and even though
we want to go back
and play with our toys,
we have to grow and evolve.
why? i don’t know,
i didn’t make life,
but i’ll try my best
to stay positive
and work my hardest
on everything
life throws at me,
and maybe i’ll see
the red ranger and
willy wonka again
when i fly my starly
to the magical islands.