A high-water mark in the process of growing up
is the dread realization that the world is not
cut and dried anymore.
A child sees the world from
a tiny peephole which somehow
shuts out confusion and the the
downright messiness of the “adult” life.
It’s a pity it doesn’t last.
But eventually we have to face our first
true conflict. It is about as terrifying as waking
up one bright and sunny morning to discover that
two and two is five.
radiohead influence. or was it 1984? ? I like it. Downright messiness is right. -landrey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the last simile; I like it lots and crowds.