They seemed like dreams we could achieve
On cherry blossom afternoons,
Full of warmth and hopeful thoughts
That floated on the starry lake.
But twenty years can dull the space we occupy,
Forgetting worlds of possibility
And falling into shadows called our adulthood.
Today I stepped out from that shade and saw
The sky so limitless, as it was at age sixteen
When I knew the world was mine to keep.
I went to Coniston today and it was the first time I had been there in twenty years. I was a teenager last time I was there and full of hope, probably more so than I am these days.
The house on the other side of the lake was the one I wanted to own when I used to swim up here as a kid. And I genuinely thought it would happen.
It brought back so many memories to look back across the lake. I’m not quite so confident anymore and that makes me sad. I wish I could have more of that colour back but that’s just being an adult, I guess.