Childhood

There comes a point in time
When one remembers their childhood
As a whole,
As a thing
Separate from the life they are now living.

It might be exhilarating -
A more real sign of the maturity
We already knew we had. 

It might be frightening -
As we are pushed into a world
We've heard stories of our whole life. 

But it is this famous world
Which we know nothing about. 

Allow me to explain:
This world to whom we now belong
Provides no safety nets.

It festers thoughts and feelings
That we like to call Pleasure.


There comes a point in time
When one remembers their childhood.

When it becomes
A thing of the past. 
Something
We, now, may only long for. 

We must build ourselves
A fortress. 
And spend our time foraging
For sustenance.

But know
When we remember,
It becomes our time
To run.