Nothing Left

On one hand it all makes sense. On one hand life is laid out for me as plain as the placemats on my grandmothers table, but I don’t care about simplicity. I do not want to take the logical route. When you’re forced to choose between fantasy and reality, where are you supposed to go? What are you supposed to do if fantasy is the only place where you know how to live, yet fantasy is unreal? 

I have had the details explained to me countless times. I am completely conscious about what is going to happen, yet I am still not accepting. I know that in the end reality will take over. I know that I will be forced to climb aboard, but what if I want to explore the ocean a while longer? 

No one needs to tell me the truth again. I do not need to have my peers repeat themselves. I know how it will all end. I understand the direction death will come from. There is nothing left to prove, yet I remain undecided.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This sounds like you're reluctant leave the childhood world behind, and well, I don't blame you. I think the secret is to move on to adulthood, but keep one foot in the other. That way, you don't lose the "magic". I'm almost 65 and think I've still got a lot of kid in me.