My eyes flutter close and I dream of nothing.
I see only the emptiness that lies behind my eyes,
A black cloak of my desolate mind.
I no longer dream of far off places and adventures.
No longer do I dream of wild romances.
Life has taken these simple pleasures away.
I am faced with decisions never dealt with before.
The conservation of money and its allocation.
Rent, electricity, food. Bills upon bills upon bills.
As a child I would recklessly spend a twenty
On convenience store candy and drinks.
As an adult the most that will get me is cab
That takes me to time-consuming work.
Adulthood has stripped me of things I overlooked,
Things that, as a child, were unappreciated.
I miss frivolous spending and carelessness.
I miss hanging out with friends, free weekends.
I miss sleeping in during the summer
And staying up throughout the night.
