Too many of us grow up and forget how to play,
become lazy in settling for the mundane
Monday to Friday. We convince ourselves
to stay in the steady job, the still mildly satisfying
but faded relationship, semi-detached house, because we signed a contract,
we made a commitment, we think of the money
and material we’d lose or gain and weigh our options accordingly,
decide what’s less risky at the risk of wasting our life. Dig our heels in
till we’re all stood just the same – at the alter, in line at the lunch queue, school pick ups
in the playground, all ignoring the sound
that pounds at our guts. You’ve learned
to block it out, it’s started to learn to shut up.
I’m not saying we all need to be Peter Pan
but the boy had a point. To live true to ourselves
doesn’t mean we all remember how to fly; but I bet
you don’t even jump.
I bet you don’t even try.