A Musing

Comedy via Tragedy.

The growing pains of growing up
Are showing signs of showing up,
Revealing somber seasoned trials,
Tripping in the narrow aisles.

Growing up is simply painful.
Still I feel a bit disdainful
Of those who hide their pains so well
While I claim my banes are hell.

I cannot seem to work it out,
To deem my life as worth it now,
To ween my flaws and change myself,
From my former me estrange myself.

Far stranger than my inner own
More foreign than what I think known
Is how, despite my earnestness,
My growing pains have grown?

And earnest as I claim I am,
My actions lose the loving lamb.
A failing shepherd cannot guide.
The flock of sheep already died.

But growing up and learning so
Experience will often show
That I go back to herding sheep,
And herd the beasts I'm supposed to keep.

Responsible for this and more,
I look ahead and must implore
My mind to change unfailingly,
Or fate will keep curtailing me.

Restricted by poetic shit,
I can't lament my fate a bit.
My choices shape my destiny.
I feel I've lost the best of me.

And now my pains are sleeping,
Replaced by laughs and leaping.
I'll still the woes I'm keeping.
My laughing is my weeping.
And my weeping is my laughing.