Once Upon A Time

We were so innocent and naive- Children, trying to teach ourselves Adult ways. Imitating the adult omnipotence; The cruelty and kindness, intertwined Understanding mixed with impatience That godlike ability to make instant decisions. It intrigued, made us envious- How did one come to be so sure Of the world in general, And your own self, in particular? We rehearsed versions of our future dramas Fantastical grown up parodies were played out: The neighborhood boy who threw himself On top of my clothed, unsuspecting body He knew well the postures, but not the biology Behind the act; And all I could think to say was: Get off - get off- they can see us- Already employing the reasoning of maturity In theory, though not in actual practice; The exercises we repeated ad infinitum Just trying to grow up and finally have some power; It was all that mattered to us then. The hollowness of a predictable existence Never manifesting itself to our febrile minds.