Let’s take a look
Let’s take a look at what you could have won!!
Oh, you had it all going for you in one way or another. Knowing all the right people, all the right moves and you were just the right age to get away with it all.
But time crept up behind you. And it was quicker than you gave it credit for.
Suddenly, school was out and you had to work for a living. But you didn’t mind because you figured one day it would all change and you could tell them to stick their jobs. Right?
The days passed, the girls came and went and you moved house. You had to do it all for yourself then didn’t you? And you didn’t enjoy it too much but were able to get through it because that day was just around the corner, wasn’t it?
Then your friends starting moving away because their days had come and changed it all for them. They told their bosses to stick their jobs and had time by the scruff of the neck.
So, you thought to yourself, my time must nearly be here, right? What with all my friends making their lives work and finding that little hole in the earth that they had carved years earlier in their minds, just like you had.
The days, the weeks, the jobs, the girls, the years, the opportunities; they all passed.
Then one morning you woke up, after another dream of fulfilled destiny and you lost it. You couldn’t even remember where you dug that little hole for yourself, nevermind what it looked like. And you were tired, so tired. All those days chasing dreams, running after safety had exhausted you.
And the girls, oh the girls, were women now. You stopped talking to them, you stopped looking. All you had to do was check her ring finger now right?
But the bills never stopped, they weren’t like you, they didn’t quit. And your old friends, well, they were suddenly just people that you used to know. No longer first names or nicknames, they were now mothers, fathers, musicians, writers. But you were just the same, hadn’t changed since you were nineteen. Trapped in the rat race, trying to find a meaning in it. Searching for poetry in the papers, looking for a melody in the news.
I hate to be the one to tell you but you won’t find it. It’s gone. You’re too old now, you have responsibilities to fulfill.
Obligated to run the race like the rest. No special skills, no time to kill.
You don’t get those lightning bolt ideas flashing across your mind anymore, the ideas factory has to close, it just isn’t doing the business anymore.
I’m sorry.
It’s over.
