Maturity

We're born into such a tiny space- Time's disbarred at first; Only a few two-dimensional faces You gradually learn to recognize. Things slowly expand to three dimensions To enclose a room, a house, a block: An entire expanded family, with rooms, Houses, expectations of their own. Growing older, there's more expansion: Four dimensions now, and everything gobbles up time- Streets, towns, highways and cities Their abstract bodies suck up all available time Days whiz by out of control.. Then one day you notice it: Someone has kicked over the dividers Whisked away the walls, the barriers.. The buildings, roads and highways have all run together now Like blood veins pooling together. The days leap by like graceful deer The familiar faces have disappeared You wonder when did it begin- when did all the divisions The separations, move inside of yourself? Then you start all over; trying to expand your borders again, The way you remember it once was The way things were at the very start When time wasn't allowed yet.