The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m dead already,
until you realize nobody knows that feeling,
or if there is a feeling-
a place,
or nothing.
It’s not a certain age or maturity level when you realize you’re mortal.
Life experiences or trained thought patterns can turn the immortal child,
into another adult who breathes the air for awhile,
then leaves.
Milestones are reached, following the ‘life’ template,
but it’s always seen ol’ Mr. Alzheimer’s way,
a new reaction every time another person gets there.
High school starts a maturing process.
A job is another step.
Graduation, going out on your own, and finally looking back and seeing,
how much life has already been lived.
These scared thoughts wreck the mind.
The only antidote is regaining that immortal belief,
innocent thoughts,
and imaginary friends,
even if only for a day.