Linda

16

"Sweet Bliss"

Behind the muffling voices
Tangled in the complicated choices
Lies the biggest mysteries.
Adventures adding to the most enduring histories.

Said to make mistakes.
Said to fall of the barrel from time to time.
But, the thing is,
We’ve got a rhyme.
A system of rhythms and beats
Never to be completed.

Secluded from society,
Lost in a world of the born again.
Free to be anything of me.
Zipped open from the head to toe.
Spinal fluids, organs.
Restricted from escape,
But the life free to remake
A galaxy of possibilities.

Soaring among the loons,
Over the deep Sebaego lake.
In between cabins,
Past campers dressed in blue.
Tucked away from the norm,
Capable of escaping the storm.

Not hooked up in drama
Or concerned with the big, and blank, future.
Just me and a friend, with never an end.
No time twists or past events could ruin this.
Sweet bliss.

Beyond the textbooks.
Learning more important skills than Chemistry
Becoming a leader of society,
But remaining forever an adolescent.

Whether we be rejects
Or just mixed up souls,
First chance we get,
We'll ditch the control.

Winter, Fall, Spring
Slither along like a worm,
Disturbingly slow.

But then comes a time lapse,
Magical in effect,
Tempted to be tampered with for a collapse.

Majority rules.
No minority could district our freedom from school.
A month,
Maybe two.
Secluded from society.
Adventures added to the most enduring history.