Time Machine
Time Machine
I remember when the dark would frighten me to bits
Waking up in terror sometimes sending me to fits
I waited for a beacon that would aid my listing ship
A guiding star lit overhead that doesn’t seem to quit
I remember growing up and always feeling so different
Than all the other kids whom I tried hard not to resent
For the ease in which they spoke, and how they dressed, or came, or went
Jealous of their belonging to a culture that seems spent
I remember heartbreak like it was only yesterday
Drowning in my tears over a simple short display
Carrying the weight of being no one’s final say
Pretending that I’ve lost what really never went away
Now that I’ve grown old the darkness seems more like a friend
It’s meditative silence making space for things to end
Or take a break, then grow, becoming something else to tend
A place where I can hesitate before my fingers can hit SEND
Now that I have grown I see that I was just the same
Another little minnow in the pond playing the game
Polishing the picture of my person in his frame
Maturing at the speed of someone never to reach fame
Now that time has passed I see myself from where you sat
A hard lense to examine from if your confidence runs flat
I see the signs I missed back then that showed I was a brat
These days I’m just thankful when we both have time to chat ❤️