Growing

I hear the scattering leaves beyond my window
It reminds me of things I knew so long ago
How to hold a ball and just when to throw
The sound of a hundred boots tromping through the snow
When there was no question as to where I'd go

A superstar in the spotlight, the man in the moon
We knew without doubt that we'd all be there soon
Filled with the urgency of things that children do
Just as our instructors said, lacking even a single clue
Oblivious to the world around us, no matter how we grew

The feel of card stock in our hands
The smell of Autumn settling on the land
Plastic and wires coming to take all our time
Without a single worry to weigh on our minds

But these things have long since come to pass
Each gone our own ways with the splitting of the class
Our childhood minds as green as corroded brass
And with the shards of dreams sparkling like shattered glass
We each learned to buckle and join the faceless mass

And for all the places I might have been
Or all those things I may have seen
I can only spend my nights chasing lost dreams
To spend the days wondering when it all lost mean...
...Ing