When you’re youngest, it’s simple
Green trees and blue skies
Hand paintings Mom put on the frig.
Fearing the thunder, I cannot sleep.
When you’re younger, it’s simple
Sashaying in the new fashion and painting your lips,
Walking to school to get through the day.
Fearing my future, I cannot sleep.
When you’re young, it’s simple
Deadlines approach with banal predictability
Sampling wine with delicate kisses.
Fearing for my path, I cannot sleep.
But time passes without mercy or care,
Desperately snatching the Youth
from my body and killing
What innocence was left.
When you’re older, it’s not simple.
Not simple at all.
The rhetoric of actions, the deep rivers below the soul
Overflowing with emotion.
Fearing for others, I cannot sleep.
When you’re wiser, nothing is simple.
The tears of others burn my heart, my chest pounds in
Pain that I cannot stop. I yearn to reach
And take their pain, embracing them.
But my arms cannot cure and my words do not effect
Nothing is simple.
Fearing for everything, never will I sleep.