Growing Young Poem by Dan Caliolio

its Dan, and i'm writing, because i'm not going to sleep.I miss that sunrise, this sunset got too old.I need good Irony in my life.I need my Moon.I want the universe to implode and burst into fireworks, so we can say that this will be a happy new year...perhaps not.I lied.

I say time should fall back, so the dandelions could fly and sing, to regress in all the happiness, because happiness is a privelege, or an incisive decision.maybe we all sleep because we want an excuse, to be sad, or to die faster.we're dying every second, and boy, if sleeping is fantastic, then dying sure feels great.but it doesn't.I don't know how its like, to die.but as soon as i fall asleep, I will.

the world is just another dream, or a radio arcade.someday, someone would hit pause, and it would stop, the game, the world, everything.then its 'game Over' for every person who's content, or incompetent.maybe sleep is the 'fast forward' button on the universe's vcr.maybe, just maybe, its an excuse for people to be sad, who knows.

but all I can say is I'm not going to sleep.I need my sunrise.I want to grow younger, I want my eyes fixed on the sky, where the stars are the natural panacea to my distressed calling.someday, I know that I will be content, with what I will have.I know for sure that I will be able to fall in the fastest pulsations I've ever been.I'll fall asleep.next to my sunrise i'll close my eyes, and to the Moon painted on Idaho's sky...
I'll breathe.