Poetry for Adults
Do you too long to feel free?
1 min readApr 23, 2019
Nights run into each other
as do children, who lose sight
of their spatial reality, focally
imagining the world is theirs
to have and to hold and to shape
into anything they want it to be
crafting futures that have no chance
of impossibility, because anything
that can happen will happen, and
I will be exactly what I want to be.
When I grow up, I want to be free.
