Age

This is, in short, about growing up--that moment when you realize that those childhood comforts no longer comfort you.

These doll faces have changed,

rearranged

I must have grown old.

 

These colors do not separate,

unavoidable

I must have grown old.

 

These blankets keep the cold,

omniscient

I must have grown old.

 

These myths no longer claim false,

liar liar

I must have grown old.