It has always amazed me how time seems to blend away so effortlessly

Your smiles that morph into laughs

That turns into sorrow, mourning, pain, that all help to pass the time

And what seemed like dispensable seconds, drift into hours

That compose days

Which zone into months that spell out the years of our lives
That is all just one big moment

A sketch in time

And when you are young you feel immortal

That time, neither age, nor death was created for you

But all the others in the world

And that somehow it would never find you

I’ve been there

Trapped in that fleeting moment of time I call the “great escape”

Gives you a cloak of invisibility

And for teenage seconds of your life

YOU ARE GOD.

And all the power and dominion he hath, you hold in your hands

...But then I grew up

And I realize that you can’t always squeeze lemons into lemonade just because you thought you could. That’s the awful thing about maturity

It makes you realize that the stage of life is all a façade

And when the curtain closes you are left all alone to deal with the brutality of reality

-That life is hard

-Sometimes people suck (and not in a good way)

-Everyone doesn’t love you (or even like you)

And that maybe,

Just maybe,

That just because you are center stage in your world, doesn’t make you top priority to society

Everyone has got their own shit

A trunk full of luggage and not enough duffle bags to carry the load

You meet a stranger today

And that face will fade into another

So in the end what did it all mean anyway?

Maybe, Just maybe, not a goddam thing.