The Burden of Being Aware

As a baby I
was aware of basic needs;
warmth from my swaddling clothe,
security of mothers arms,
milk from her breast
I was happy with lifes simplicity.

As a child I
noticed the world outside my home;
sneakers, jeans, baseball gloves,
curfew when to come home,
ice cream from Mr. Softy.
I was thrilled to be alive.

As a teenager I
watched those around me:
girlfriends, social groups, becoming popular
freedom from supervision,
movies, popcorn and soda.
I was always wanting more.

As a man I
focused on work, nothing was free,
bank accounts, stocks and bonds,
the world was my playground,
wine, women and restaurants.
I was chasing a dream.

Now, totally aware to life,
knowledge of my existence,
understanding who and what I am.
I ask myself would going back,
to being totally unaware
with a mouth fill of milk be such a bad choice.