Transformation

With Time,

We mellow down,

We look away,

Swallow the words,

Master the art

Of pushing thoughts

To the back of the mind.

We splash ice-cold water

On the growing flames,

Ignore the mountains

That beckon us,

Suppress the tiny voice inside,

Drown our music

In the world's humdrum,

Meet at the uneventful

Evening gathering

And pat each other on the shoulder

To whisper,

"THOSE DAYS!"