Boardwalk

I wonder what its like, real adults, vacations,
sandy shores, 401 k’s, the land of more,
and undecidely bored.
A tired statement on the weariest of souls.

I wonder what it’s like.

Walked along a hazy skyline where carousel’s spin, ice cream melting on beach worn skin,
dripping from your chin
and the zeal of youth for everyone to entertain.
35 years, when I was no longer “sane”
or normal, never to return again.
Strippers bleeding wallets, in a blur,
lasting memories,
each more surreal than the one before.

I wonder what its like to be human like you,
I want that too.

Regal me with tales when the world was yours
when I grew tired of this land of yore
the waves grew distant, the beach, the shore,
never knowing what adulthood had in store.

I wonder what it’s like to be human like you,

I want that too.

Someday soon.

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