A Talk with the Kid
you’ve got wings
and hopeful eyes.
you’re still Young,
and you’re tearing your way into manhood
with philosophical garbage –
most young men with good brains
waste them asking stupid questions like
“why?”
as if there are ghosts who whisper
such answers
into the waiting ears of
budding
Intellectuals
but you will find out one day about
“why?”
and you will come to loathe it for being
UNANSWERABLE and dumb,
a query without wit
tucked into a bottle and thrown
helplessly
out into the interstellar medium
what did you hope would happen?
would the solar winds carry your message
to the Sentient One?
did you think he returns his fan letters?
you’re just a kid, though,
and all kids write
fan letters –
little boys idolize old men
for some reason,
and so do you
but old men are just old men
and you’re still Young
and you still ask “why?”
and you still pontificate because the
Alzheimer’s hasn’t hit you yet
quit wasting your time asking around for
directions
after all, you are invincible, and
don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
you don’t want to end up like the Rest Of Us
do you?
