The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth

*The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth”*

Gagged:
I recall.
Bound:
I felt that much.
Detained:
Jailed without chains.
The rest is a blur
and that’s what
I prefer.

Not a single hour went by that I didn’t have my bell rung.
So excuse me if it’s all a little hazy.
I see red-and-white Vikings.
This isn’t real.
I see a marching band of cliff divers.
They can’t be real.
I’ve already aced the crash course in “who cares,”
Wake me when it’s over.
I’m channeling the kindred teen spirits of Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, and every other misguided misfit to my own world: a creative Nirvana.
I’m only beginning to waste this youth,
You can keep the gown,
Just turn me loose.

Exit Dream Street.
Welcome Real World:
Smack dab in the middle.
I’m lost
with
No Direction…
But I’m free.
I’m Free.
 

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo