XX.
By Michael Tronnolone, for The Twenty Year Dream
I think it’s time we all grew up.
Time to stop playing childish games,
and wake up and smell the coffee.
Forever seems so far away,
and yet it’ll arrive tomorrow.
Eternity is at the door.
To think…
A fraction of one’s life lived
could ever take all this explanation.
Original sin is laughable,
all this heartbreak was man made.
But it doesn’t matter now.
Eternity surrounds us.
The future’s made of light and shadow,
for to have one is to bring the other.
I can not, will not, live another’s life.
Forever, I have been unique,
but they have shaved my edges.
If this is it, then what’s the point?
Eternity is twenty one.