The Boy

Skipping rocks, ripped jeans, catching frogs, lofty dreams.

BMX, dirt bikes race, freestyle pipe, all out chase.

I see you now, kind, pure, untethered. A lens of age, a soul that’s weathered.

Trails of breadcrumbs, mostly followed, guided steps, leaves to snow often in so wallowed.

How could you know? Why does it matter?
Questions unfold, the psyche, the Id, prepare to get battered.

Happiness lost in the dark and cold.
Fast forward living, can’t be controlled.

“Live in the moment, take a break, slow down, don’t make a mistake.”

The Boy goes faster, without reckless abandon.
Speeding and racing, the two by two tandem.

Need to get there, behind on his dreams, the boys lofty goals.
I’ll do it myself, no help, paid tolls.

Blindly achieving, while running in place.
A family created, a happy space.

Keep going, keep going, you’re not allowed to rest.
Sinews weakened, life throws you a test.

Run faster again, unnourished, no water, this Thing will break you, the faster you go, the more Thing knows.

Boy as his witness, moved boulders, slayed dragons, Boy also got drunk. it’s cask, the whole flagon.

The boy fell hard, broken and bruised, scraped his knee.
What voice he heard, “Hey Boy, it’s Me.”

Close your eyes, you’ve healed your shadow, halfway through, not alone, it’s more than just you. I’m proud of you Boy, and you should be too.

Take My hand, be vulnerable, be true.
No longer a race, boys speeding is through.

Legs of steel, now carry all things. Doing the work, walking with Kings.

Boy, you’ve won, I can’t tell you the rest. Blindfolded and sleeping, you just need to rest.

The second half, a mystery, but we’ll give you a clue.
What you do with the rest, it’s up to you.

A peak into slowness, trust what you know. Boy is good, he helped others, he learned how to flow.

One future view granted, then back to midfield.

Old and wrinkled, slowly resting in peace. Happy, Boy knew how to win, holding her hand while watching their kin...

Skipping rocks, ripped jeans,
Catching frogs, lofty dreams.