dressup

being young and dreaming of being grownup. being grown up and wishing you were still young. what were we after? what illusion was presented to us in such a way that we could waste the time we had in front of us? after some fantasy of a place better than this, surely. and i watch the people come and go, play grown up.. trying to get it right. suddenly the blushing bride in a white flowing gown seems absurd if only out of reach. who had time to be a kid when another life was placed in hands held open? not i, said the wolf. there was no time - there never is. big dreams for a little town - big ambitions with only so much rope to hold on to for life support.