once upon a time i let the rebel rod fist me. i did i really did, and at that time i indulged in every painful thrust. my image making machine made it all very sexy but only because i was a mental year ahead. i had a plan then, a plan that any adult couldn't even dream of, a plan that teens couldn't possibly understand.
as the years melted on along with my natural highlights and overall highlife, my feet finally touched the ground. and here they are, i look down at grass or dirt or pebbles or sand instead of the past view of puffy clouds and rainbow pigeons.
but that is not all that has left. my selected past challenges are gone as well whether they be people, ideals, mandates or perspectives. they all grew up and went to college, got married and bought a picket fence or were thrown out in a fast food dumpster.
i've turned grey and i blend into the colors around me.
i miss that rebel rod.
