Just another little something.
Irreverently, we chip away at the
Principles that defined us from our infancy,
Intoxicated by some precocious notion;
A reckless anticipation of completion,
And too early we take to the waves.
Scorching time that stretches back
Distantly to the tree from whence we fell;
We cast off from all that we have known,
Dispossessing ourselves, removed from
A safe heaven into the Protean unknown,
Only to emerge, wide-eyed and blinking
Into this vain and narcissistic now,
Too late does it begin to dawn on us:
The gravity of the transformation
That we have prematurely undertaken.
We strive to redress change in familiar garb.
Metamorphosis. Where once I believed
It a fitting analogy, illustrating the
Chagrin change from youth to growth,
That we all bear witness to, now I see that
The energy expended in ransoming myself
Amounts to a forswearing of my beginning.
Of all that was there at the offing, what
Remains of me now is naught but a hull,
And a yearning to return to my berth.