4. where the wild things are

spent all this time

wishing i was a kid again,

yearning for life

to be simple again,

back to an age

where loneliness

wasn’t so bad

because i had

all these

imaginary friends

to play with,

i’ve never known

how to drive,

but i could definitely sail,

when the going got tough,

it was easier

for the tough

to run away from home,

jump into the boat

and let the river flow.

first time in my life

that i felt like a king,

all these new friends

to play with,

and no brothers

or sisters

to bury me

in my snow fort,

our only forts

are the piles

we sleep in together,

enjoying a wild rumpus

with carol, KW and douglas,

i always liked

alexander the best,

they never paid him

any attention,

and i feel now

what he was

going through.

but even he knew

i was no king,

just a boy

trying to get away,

the pain

was too much to take

at a young age,

and i needed

new friends

i wouldn’t hate,

and even though

i had to say goodbye,

i wish i could’ve stayed,

that soup and cake

might’ve been great,

but nothing truly changed,

i’m growing older

but i’m still carrying

my burdens all the same,

i just hope one day

that i can go back

to being the king

that i once was.