All Grown Up

It is not easy to fade into oblivion:
Try as we might, we all just want to be heard.
To escape the suffocation of everyday being
and be resurrected in vital form…

We want to remain unfettered, and unhindered, in our waking hours.
To speak without fear of offense,
and to act, without fear of reprisal,
or ridicule,

We want to risk all the wonders and dangers of being misunderstood
to live just once, for the moment—

We want to speak truthfully, and clearly, the chatter that we hear in our heads.

We want to touch that which is forbidden, and devour it,
and not be ashamed.

To be evil, and dirty—
to be loving;
insane…

We want to be what we are, instead of living what we are not.

And to have, what we hide in our hearts,
and in our heads,
and in our secret, internal lives
that never see the light of day.

We want to make our fantasies reality
and run screaming
from the prison of our lives…