Intoxicated with joy
A happy kid I used to be
Nothing ever seemed like a challenge
As lived together my imagination and reality
Intoxicated with dreams
A young boy I grew up to be
Life felt so dry without challenges
As I bridged my imagination and reality
Intoxicated with lust
A young man I turned out to be
Chasing pleasures all around
As I soaked every bit of reality
Now my dreams tease me with reality
The only joy comes from intoxication
I’m no more the person I used to be
I am lost in transition
Loved it!
I love this ! Beautiful poem! Thinking about growing up makes me sad. It all happens so fast, before we know it. Our childhood is over ! Then we carry the burdens of adulthood. It's hard sometimes.
more than the burdens, it's our adaptation to goals, which are rarely driven by our imagaination
Don't ever forget the baby, boy, lad, man you used to be. :) Very good poem...
@vegascomic thank you :)