STORY/ SCENARIO: An experienced Trainer reflects on how his early years on the road rounded him out as a person while robbing him of his childhood innocence.
VARIATIONS: None
WARNING: Brief, mild self-harm reference
If you
Try to unnerve me,
Sidetrack or swerve me,
You only serve me
In the long run!
Young then, in my eyes
An innocence so pure,
And a chip upon my shoulder!
To the skies so positively sure
I would soar: then I was bolder,
Now I'm older -
A beholder of truth -
Then naught could furrow my brow:
Tell me, how
Strains it now,
Gentle youth,
Riven by pleasure and suffering?
How could I,
Full of energy and purpose,
Fade into a shadow
Of my former self? Must I
Dwell in misery now?
Have I available
Any other kind
Of stimulation?
Pain to
Shatter my senses,
Shorn of pretenses,
Worth the expense is
In the long run!
Free me! For the years
Exacerbate the pain
Of my mind's dissatisfaction;
If he hears the splashing of the rain
Once again, does his reaction -
Gaining traction -
Hold a fraction of joy;
That soon the man may his whole
Life extol
With the soul
Of a boy,
Swimming in wonder and majesty?
Can it be,
In this weary world, that I will
Never find a moment
To sit by myself and say,
'What a wonderful life!
I really do believe
I would never change
It for another'?
When the
Thunderbolt flashes,
All things it smashes
Crumble to ashes
In the long run!