~Epilogue~....Solipsistic

Maturity reigns supreme
In my future night dreams.

Stepping back a step
To see where I was
With my mind that was there
In my life at that time.

Every sense it all made
With what came to my door.
What I felt, what I thought
No inner need to explore.

Solipsistic way to be
Inner voice.....Inner me.

Not the way it is
Nor the way....should it be
Notch my belt many times
With growth......I do see~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Growing out of the know it all stage into maturity.

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Comments (2)

SCatlyn
Great write on the process of maturing in one's thoughts.
(Now back when I was immature, I generally didn't question things- prob. lack of confidence, though once in a while... well, I still have a veerry tiny rebellious streak-lol)

Love this description of maturing - "notch my belt many times..." thumbs up
andrew149
Good write Bentlee...not notching the belt cos of all the beer then?....lol.....Andrewcool
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