Description: It's more thoughts than anything right now...
Dreams past, present and future -------------------------------------------
There was a time when
Grownups ruffled my hair
Said “little kid”, and
I ran around without a care
In the wide world blue and green
Birds and joy were in the air
And flying bikes and candy clouds
Were what I saw up there
In the great wide ocean-ous sky
Back then I wouldn’t dare
Look too far ahead, afraid;
there was nothing there?
But time has gone by like a reverie
And where I was, where I have been-
It’s all recorded like on a roll of film
It hardly seems real that now I’m sixteen
With things to do and hardly time, but
Worries and darkness and things gross and mean
But the birds still sing, and the earth is still blue and green
And I still live, and work for my dreams.
I like the conventional wisdom of the piece. When we are young, we have our rose-coloured glasses. Everything is candy and dandy, and fun times are had. Little do we realize the actual state of the world, and how difficult it really is to live in it.
I know this feeling all too well. Thankfully, though, I feel I have accepted it easier than perhaps most people do. Still, that doesn't mean I don't feel melancholy about the whole situation. I do.
Melancholy is the weirdest of feelings. :/
It's not quite sorrow, but it's about halfway there.
You captured all of this quite well in your poem. Kudos. Keep it up!
Nice job! I like how you described the importance of dreams to you, in a unique way. Also, even though the poem looks like it goes all over the place, actually it has a steady rhyme scheme throughout it. I'm still left with your question though...what if there is nothing there?