Decades First and Last

Decades First and Last

I danced and sang, twirled and tweeted through my days as a kid. 
Not aware much of reality, unless jolted somehow into it.  Dreaming,
and observing  lifestyles not involving me.  My choice:  dreaming.
Those were decisive years, years in which life decisions were made.
Yes, personality formed, goals aimed, and means forged.  No, nothing, 
no one would position my rudder; I would move in my direction, I
thought, not experienced in awareness of where my direction really began.
But flit, flutter, flip, fling, flap, filibuster, flop, flither...I would fibrilate 
through it, not to be dissuaded.  No, "evasively forwardly" I would move
along:  steady, quick, slow, fast, straight, side to side, back, forward, 
straight again.  Continuously looking out for the signal in the road to
follow.  And, no not in the divisive direction, not in the way the world would 
send me, but in the way of the new.  New ways to clear a trail; paths to new things.
Had anyone committed similarly?  No or yes, I had no idea.  I would go on this
way alone, and not be eroded in the travel, but waxed more worthy by the 
endeavor.   And, then, at the end, in the last decade I would see, still as the child. 
Not worn, but filled, in the knowing of the new way.  Retrieving the life of the
movements to the new way which renews on and on day to day.

by Sylvia d.