Sometimes it feels like high school never ceased
Now it is high school with money and kids,
High school with less time
But high school all the way.
Close friends tell stories of adulthood : tomorrow
I’ll be this, I’ll do that and love this one, I’ll get
Somewhere between Leibnitz and Voltaire.
Yet I can tell this is high school talk :
They don’t know the first digit
Of their fate’s zip code.
Things are taken from us as we age,
They get taken in the same way
That we access them graduating high school :
It feels like liberty and focus
When loosing inessential things.
(For the balance, it remains as painful as ever.)
One wanted to become a fireman,
A veterinarian, a dancer, a rockstar.
I can safely say, that one doesn’t anymore.
The fireman, the veterinarian, the dancer
Have not changed the least, what moved inside
Was us ; it was us who were foolish
To follow so confidently an azimuth
While our hands steered the other way.
Sometimes, I feel like high school never ceased
We adapt to the path not to the goal,
And we change the same way
We changed then.
Frédéric Benqué 