Ready Steady Go

This is the price of maturity.

You know the limitations of your dream

You know its height and width and depth
Its edges and centre and the light it emits.

You know the rhythm of its beating heart

You know every shift and shadow of its form
Its weight in your hands as you hold it close.

You know that eventually you’ll let it go

You know how easy it’ll shatter at your feet
Its loss instantly regretted and forever mourned.

Because this is the price of growing wise.