Occasionally, we forget that we’re awesome
incidentally, we tend to grow up,
disillusioned, we spill our marbles,
distracted, we forget to pick them up.
Distantly, we feel a tugging,
inherently, we turn away
secretly, we know the meaning
softly, we hear it say:
It’s time to fly.
Thanks to dlfletcher for the awesome image! I’m a huge fan of Hook, and this is the first of two poems, the second of which will be tilted the most awesome word to ever exist. Be sure to keep a look out for Bangarang coming soon!