January 29th, 2007

Has anyone figured out why it is that
When we are young
We crave adulthood?
And when we get there,
We pine for the past?

When in my youth,
I wanted to be trusted.
Positive I could handle much more than
What was allotted to me.
Little by little, I earned responsibility.

Then--like witnessing a vision,
I was told about my future life:
Apartment, roommates, credit card.
A college girl.

No one mentioned the tacked-on stress of
Rent, drama and bills.

All of a sudden, this
New found trust was a
Ball-and-Chain,
Cool and repressing.

I think one of the most
Melancholic sentences uttered is
"Life doesn't get any easier."

I started wondering why people
Older than me were feigning
Happiness and satisfaction.

My plate is full,
But not with gratitude.
Full of obligations and responsibilities
That my experienced elders
Envision me completing
With speed and precision.

I once wanted this trust.

Now I know it is an
Uncultivated child's fantasy.