one2.1zero

A madly methodical man

Stands on two feet

Below him the plans that have been carefully

Mapped, for years, years on years

During those years

Not much has changed

But time has chased

Him away to a new place

New space between him

And those he loves

A space that has separated

What used to be

Two boys in a pool

So small, so new

In a world that is so cruel

But it connected us

Like the bricks 

On an unfinished basement floor

Where the clock ticks

But hours don’t exist

Oh, all the places we’d explore

We had traveled shore to shore

Many times, in our minds

Walls didn’t exist, neither did time

A backyard is a battlefield

Behind the shed a mine

Where you can find rocks of any kind

And shovels can make a city

Engineered completely in your mind

Barely understood

But I thought I could

And what I saw should

Be documented, as a story 

To be told

Of a boy who at 3 years old

Could ride a bike

Because the sound that metal makes

On the concrete creates

An urge to make a change

To balance, and squeeze the brakes

Just right

For a smoother, quieter ride

That genius that we know

Continues to grow

Into a man, much stronger than before

Not just in how he appears

But in the will power between his ears

21, a milestone for most

That marks the beginning of a habit

A habit that becomes a storm

That follows wherever you go

But for him

21 is just another year

Another year to tame your fear

And become stronger, smarter, better

Than what you were last year

My shadow

Now follows at my side

I used to lead you

Looking down at you behind

Now I can’t 

Because when you stand

Your eyes meet mine

At some point in time

The road begins to split

I go somewhere new

Create new footprints

Nobody follows

Just me, no you

But far away

In a different lane

You continue to succeed

Playing your own game

No need to follow

No need to be the same

Cuz you never have been

And you always live up to your name

As you chase 

Every dream you want to attain.