Adulthood

Sometimes the rays of sunshine fade
When the day turns to dusk too early
And those who once had found their way
Wander aimlessly in a seasonally changed place.

Impermanence and cold is winter
And sometimes mute in the evening's glow
Oh how I long for the dead time when-
I walked home under yellow Street lamps in snow.

There were days when a journey had two points
And there was yet somewhere else to go
Yet here I stand waiting, telling jokes to quell the din
And waiting another day to know-

All good fun comes to an end
And even in the mind adventure eventually dies.