Grown Up

I’m not the person I once was
Writing for the sake of writing
Art for the sake of art
Now every action has a function behind it
Now nothing is without a set purpose
I was probably a lot better then
I was also stupid and foolish and naïve

The world was more open
Less written, less concrete
Scary? Perhaps
I was more concerned with, images, concepts, reputations
How am I going to do this, is this right for me
Now my biggest problem is doing what I want to do
Doing things for fun
Finding enough time in the day to be the person I envisioned myself to be

It takes time, you know
And energy
And I’m not talking about the energy like getting enough sleep every night
And eating the right vegetables
Calories
Whatever
I’m talking about the energy that is so tangible, it has a color
The kind that keeps you up like a fever
And wakes you up when you didn’t even know you were sleeping
It’s the stuff that turns music into images, and conjures images from words
When sound becomes color and patterns
You are living by emotions now and not concepts