We grow, we change, and we shrink.
I think...
What do you want to be when you grow up?
When I was three I had the ambition in the size of a universe.
A backpack that I wore everywhere in which I kept the world inside,
I had a torch light with which I lit up every night,
and an umbrella that shadowed me from the heat of a thousand splendid suns.
When I was three,as small as I was,
the globe,
as large as it is,
felt like a stone inside my shoe.
When I was three I figured exactly what I wanted to do,
That is to fly, to escape, to go to space,
to become an astronaut.
And I wonder…
Was it because three I wanted to unshackle my feet of the ground,to break free of gravity,
to get lost in the dreamy blue of the skies and never to be a found?
I wonder..
Three year olds have eyes too small to behold the world between their lids,
Arms too short to reach for the stars,
And feet too tiny to accompany their fathers down the road to the mosque without complains...
Daddy, you’re holding my hand too tight,
Daddy, something got in my eye,
Daddy, there’s a stone in my shoe,
Daddy, I understand that god made gravity,
But I don't understand why?
We grow, we change, and we shrink.
I think…
What do you want to be when you grow up?
When I was young I wanted to be everything...
I wanted to be an astronaut!
I wanted to be a pilot!
I wanted to be an artist!
I wanted to be a pirate!
I wanted to be a scientist!
I wanted to be a writer!
I wanted to be a police man,
god, I wanted to be a fire fighter!
We grow, we change, and we shrink.
I think…
Energy is neither created nor destroyed.
The brilliance we had at the age of three years old had gone nowhere but locked inside of us:
the gravity we could never break free of pulls us down
and the coulmn of pressure on our shoulders pushes us towards the ground,
yet we grow!
But our souls…
they shrink.
I think…
How different are we from a moth that burns itself with fire?
How different are we when we live our lives seeking affection,
seeking desire!
knowing that they'd do us nothing but burn us down to ashes,
with the very same flame we long ago decided
not..
to..
fight..?
We grow, we change…
but at some point, we need to stop shrinking…
I’m thinking…
now that I grew up, what do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to mend my soul,
I want to grow,
I want to change, but not to shrink.
To be limitless,
to have no range,
To be reborn a phoenix from ash,
With two wings of flame,
That I wave far away,
From gravity..
