Alarm rings, fumbled for it in pitch black,
Early wake-ups are no fun but gotta get an early jump before the sun\u2019s up,
Grip\u2019s still sleeping, phone seems slicker than oil as it slips onto the mattress,
Blind instinct takes over from eyes still unadjusted to the darkness,
Trudging to the bathroom, splashed cold water on these craggy features,
Ray of light bouncin\u2019 off the mirror, reflection within got you squirmin\u2019,
This old vessel\u2019s sailed one too many voyages, the wear and tear\u2019s evident,
The ocean once seemed endless, now the port\u2019s visible in the distance,\u00a0\u00a0
Hit you like a gut shot from Tyson, hourglass was tricklin\u2019 now it\u2019s pourin\u2019,
Yearning for a breather, just want to hit the pause button,
Or at least get back on play, someone stop fuckin\u2019 with the fast-forward,
Your hands must be numb, can\u2019t feel the remote that you\u2019re controllin\u2019,
Hit pause then rewind, zip back to years long gone,
You are the captain of this ship, only you alone can right the wrongs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through the eyes of innocence the world\u2019s a magical place,
Surroundings seemed straight out of sci-fi, the concrete jungle with tall buildings stretching sky-high,
Mountains and fields were straight out of picture books that Teacher read to the class in between grinding hard for a piece of paper that said you passed,
Lived in dreary suburbia, for you it was utopia, away from the confines of school fun times lasted forever,
But time was ever-present, worked in silence and prowling unnoticed,
Revving up slowly, creepin\u2019 like a predator that you never saw coming,
Took off like Roadrunner, Wile E. didn\u2019t have a prayer,
Now you\u2019re grown up and bewildered trying to keep it all together,
Seen enough of this world, curiosity faded from your make-up,
Know-how and wisdom co-existing with stress and anxiety plus a decline in physicality,
Terrible teens and roaring twenties they quickly came and went,
Past the point of quarter-life crisis, not quite ready for mid-life, greying strands suggest you\u2019re drifting from life\u2019s morning and closer to night,
Panicked tunes are ringing, on loop the crescendo\u2019s rising,
Countdown\u2019s on, time to leave this hole in which you\u2019re slowly decomposing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Different day, same shit, nothing new, same tired fucking routine,
Get up and work, go home and sleep, eat, rest and move in between,
Runnin\u2019 ragged on that treadmill but circumstances can\u2019t bear the full brunt,
You were given legs and free will at birth but you stay put like a horse stuck in mud,
You used to be so brazen, bold, daring and resilient as a street urchin,
Climbed up the highest slides in the playground, beat your chest like you were King Kong, slid down on your belly, hands first like Superman towards the sand box,
Graduated to hormone-fuelled hedonism a decade later, fooled with the opposite gender while trying different substances,
Made it out alive, the scars and stories remain, younger generations can\u2019t accuse you of being lame,
It was various escapades twenty-four-seven, you could\u2019ve been the spawn of Hunter S. Thompson,
Motley Crue would\u2019ve saluted you, childhood buds idolized you and in adulthood they still do,
But they\u2019d surely be disappointed at what had become of you,
The animal that they knew, it\u2019s unrecognizable as you\u2019re wasting away like some lifeless fool,
Slavin\u2019 for bread, kissing ass to eat at the table, talk about misguided servitude, you played yourself like a fiddle,
Wanna slow time? View the world once more through a child\u2019s eyes,
Keep searching and learning, your mind\u2019s been softening for a long while,
Spice things up, expand that memory bank, muscles can plateau without switching up training plans,
Kids give everything a shot, passed or failed before moving onto something different,
Just like pint-sized Marco Polos they are always down for exploring,
Grown-ups are shackled by fear and bullshit rules, customs and expectations in their damn minds, kids take on all comers fearlessly, even if they might stumble and fall a few times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scrap that daily routine, be like Jordan and slam dunk it into the trash, Alarm rings, fumbled for it in pitch black,Early wake-ups are no fun but gotta get an early jump before the sun\u2019s up, Grip\u2019s still sleeping, phone seems slicker than oil as it slips onto the mattress,Blind instinct takes over from eyes still unadjusted to the darkness,Trudging to the bathroom, splashed cold water on these craggy … <\/p>\n
Rearrange or start fresh, pop that neuralizer like they do in Men In Black.<\/em>
Travel and see the world, talk to strangers and get to know \u2018em,
Swap stories like soldiers on break, you just might find a few kindred spirits,
Learn a new language, that would surely expand that cranium,
Test yourself in a new setting, enjoy it even if you can only remember how to order chicken,
Not ready to go big? That\u2019s cool, little steps are better than zero,
Still beats putting up with monotony and coming full circle in a hurry,
Read a new book, listen to new tunes, give that hair a new do,
Send that dominant hand on vacation and give its lazy co-worker a promotion,
Begin again and keep evolving, keep that body and mind challenged,
Be curious and live forever young, add more years and enjoy it,
\u2018Cuz ain\u2019t nothing scarier than regret, that window\u2019s limited no matter how wide it\u2019s opened,
The past is gone, the future ain\u2019t promised, start today and get right on it,
That ship will reach port to send you to the next level, can\u2019t duck and dodge it forever, it\u2019s inevitable,
Aim to stand tall at the pearly gates to proudly declare that you\u2019d earned it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"