unlearn

what had been taught, recited, memorized because a child knows no better then trips on what had been learned when stumbles come about, a cut, a slap, regret but the teachers have gone on their own way, seeing their fantasies fulfilled thus now the teen finds the veil tearing, a darkness slipping in, light that was never light becomes a whisper, nothing solid is hatched - cuts, hurts, laments from failed trials, hopes dashes from nuances never a black and white, the adult is forged with teen fading away with habits becoming hardened to sway as to tunes, lift about in the wind, scattered thoughts sinking finally with tombstones unblinking. bleeds, pain, sickness of a soul screaming, flesh dulled from too much of the same, unchanging patterns no longer find rest, languid body collapses from exhaustion even as the wind rises to a storm then it too sinks into ravines, hushes up with the adult yearning to become child again, fades and reaches forth, dancing swirling colors lifting actions and thoughts, passion igniting for solidness is formed, scattered thoughts form and become something more. drop, drop, drop into the well of forgetting habits that no longer serve. then the child beamed, cried out, spread wings and flew as the wind changing forms, lifting sand and rock up, up, up till the clouds themselves no longer tried to stand in the way, of lofty dreams they cannot hold. the present, the middle ground, the solid earth on the back of one relearned, rebalanced, rehashed with an audience staring blankly unable to fathom why the player no longer goes along with the script. a script meant to control, meant to delight, to entertain but never to uplift, to enrich, to grow even as roots decayed, as leaves turned yellow, till finally the eyes formed, the ears became, senses felt. then the script became hollowed out, the dead audience only heard the stomp, cry, unruly rebellion of a play no longer theirs.