It's 10:00 pm... a regular wed night… I'm sitting on the edge of the pool diving board staring aimlessly into the water below… I contemplate how I got back to this place… this place I used to sit in when I was a teenager… a place that used to make all of life clear as the restful water beneath me that allows me to pear into the depths of the clarity of my youth… I'm reminded of the amazing body and skills I had as a teenager… I used to throw double back full-twists off this little diving board… double front somersaults… Arial cartwheels, Arabian back fulls, full-in half out twists… It was my practice board for gymnastics then… I'm reminded… I threw a triple front somersault once at gymnastics camp… a triple full-twist on the floor exercise, and an Arial front-walkover on the balance beam… Olympic quality preciseness!!!... what happened to me??? I am reminded of my youth every time I remember my accomplishments of yesterday… gymnastics is not forgiving in that respect. I remember writing a short story in college on a favorite reminder of youth… I wrote about gymnastics naturally… it was my teacher that reminded me when she wrote on my paper along side my astounding grade of course… "great insight and writings; wow, I'm impressed how you can really relish in the experience and not miss it?"
You see, I didn't understand what she was talking about until now… until I started having nightmares about doing back hand-springs and my arms collapsing beneath me… not to worry; I can still do them… and… I also do tricks on the balance beam… it just comes back to me naturally... but, the recurring nightmare of the arms collapsing is unpleasant to say the least… perhaps she planted the fear in me? … no, I'm sure it is my own fear of moving on… growing up…
… where am I? how did I get to this place? why can't I go back? why do I feel like I am so sick of where I am???… I know that there is no choice but to move forward... something is waiting for me… someone!!!… and now, I have to move on… and yes, although I've written multiple lyrics on the subject over my lifetime thusfar… it is still tom petty who says it better than I…
Time to Move On; Tom Petty
It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet baby, grass is growing
It's time to move on, it' s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin' through the airport
She's an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to loveland
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go
It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet baby, grass is growing
It's time to move on, it's time to get going
Sometime later
Getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning
And losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin' up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I'm losing my mind
It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet baby, grass is growing
It's time to move on, it's time to get going
c'est la vie
- j. marshon
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