When I Think to Hard

When I think of who I am,
What I have become, where I stand.
I look at all the things I’ve done.
All the battles lost the battles won.

My brief foray into love and hate.
Made being single something to appreciate.
A costly snow boarding accident.
I ended up with a lot of teeth bent.

Many changes happened in these four years.
Lots of joy and to many tears.
Much of good and bad lies on circumstance.
I still try to find recompense.

My actions may seem rash or in haste.
But I live for joy and the adrenaline taste.
So far life has been kind to my person.
Times may get better, times may worsen.

But that’s life, the way we live.
Feeling what is too much, to little to give.
To find the medium is perfection.
But for now I’ll settle for a resurrection.

Of what it was like to have no worries.
To dance and play in snow flurries.
I miss the carefree days of childhood bliss.
Kicked out of the door without a hug or kiss.

So now I lay to rest the child hood dream.
Paleontologist nothing good it seems.
Time to search time to soar.
Find my niche in life behind the door.

Of Grownupsville a place filled with gray.
Where they blend together, night and day.
Working day in and day out.
That is nothing to be happy about.