Do you know what it's like
to live your life
vicariously
As actors
storm on screen
grab passionately
somewhere in the distance
the roar of a motorcycle
credits roll
and you know
it'll all be ok.
What happened to those days?
When I was not just a spectator
of the outside world
but a weaver of words
back packs full of adventures
documented historical facts
on brown paper bags with logos
of last week's lunch
from that 99 cent feast
but now,
stomach full of glutenous glucose
sugary sweet life of normalacy
it has happened.
I am them.
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