Coming of Age

Imagine.
The light shines
like the emerald eyes
of the lingering crocodile.
With the tick, tock, tick,
tack-tock.
In a rythmic invasion
of time and space.

Breathe.
What life never told you was
that its good for more than oxygen.
It helps when you're around.
Like a vacuum I might suck
it in and empty it again.
What you steal is rightly yours,
though it wasn't true before.

Embrace.
Childhood slips away like
morning dews on a summer day.
What you thought was there
was really gone before you
had a chance to taste it.
I take a sip, but the taste is like
grape juice turned to wine.

Forever changed,
but essentially the same.