A huge part of growing up
is suppressing that that primal urge
to tear shit up
(this is also known as “having fun”).
that feeling you got
when you were about five or six;
when you couldn’t yet
tie your shoes,
but you knew how to rip the head
off of an action figure
like Albert Einstein knew the Theory of Relativity.
But maybe that was just me.
You get older,
but still inside you is that urge
to do something crazy;
The weight of adulthood
has suffocated its last breaths
and all you hear is the faint
gasps of a child’s laugh—
You never change;
the number of candles on your cake do—
but not you.
You’re still that little kid inside.
That only difference is that you have
more to worry about
and less to love.