It All Changes

At some point it all changes.

The innocence of playing outside,

the inability to really understand time,

thinking a smile can change the world.

Reality then kicks in, 

and there is a rude awakening.

But I have to tell you,

since I was a child, I never liked rude.

I found it mean, unnecessary

sprinkled with the absence of love.

So, I then must ask my adult self,

must I give into "reality" introduced by rude?

I'm an adult now, with the ability to decipher,

understand, choose the rules in which I live.

And if my foundation of love does not exude

from the choices I make, I must reevaluate…

The adult in me reminds the child in me,

yes life is a gift, and time is an invaluable commodity.