Going, Going, Gone for Good

Day one... Ground zero...

Naked and afraid.

Empty coffers ready to be filled.

Nothing short of primal instinct

And an unknown spirit,

Soil unfurrowed waiting to be tilled.

Adolescence... Rights of passage...

Gangly, sprouting youth.

Minds all knowing, not to be deterred.

World before you at your feet,

You search for your own truth, while

Secretly you hang on every word.

Pains and pressures of adulthood,

Passing of the torch,

Hoping for a miracle or two.

Sudden realization that it's

Slipping through your fingers,

Wondering if they'll remember you.

Golden dreams mature to let you

Fully realize that

You wouldn't trade it even if you could.

The journey is the treasure, from

Day one until the end we're forever

Going, going, gone for good.