Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
It’s like the toy you saw when you were little,
And you knew, from the very moment
That you set your eyes upon it,
You needed it.
For all of its promised glory.
Blindly, you knew how it would feel in your hands
Just what you’d do with it
The fun and the games, the adventure
How it would move with you
Going wherever you would go.
Or like a tasty treat,
How it would feel to peel the wrapper
Slowly from the morsel
And place it in your mouth.
The taste, the smell.
How it would be yours.
But there it was on the shelf in its
Shiny, alluring packaging
Just out of your reach so you can’t touch.
Unable to be acquired.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t meant to be yours,
That your instincts said it wasn't worth
You did anything you could to earn it.
Only to find, in the end
It couldn't do half the stuff you just knew it would.