adulthood

Adulthood

This is not a place for dreams.
A place for rationale, but not for dreams.
A place for dreams is cotton
It’s motherly
It flows.
This place hurts my ears as I read it aloud.
A place for dreams has eyes at rest.
This is clockwork orange.
This smells like schedules.
But a place for dreams—
A place for dreams smells like good news.
It feels like Peter Pan.
This place feels wrinkles.
This place has dreams
But dreams have no place for a place like this.

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