cost

* Cost *

I used to think dreams were free
Of cost or obligation
How wrong could you be
Not to know the debt accrued
To do one thing cannot do two
Time is first payment due
Second is a certain point of view
A schelerosis of an open mind
In doing learn how world is set
Your innocence fades with much regret
The vision seen in darker hues
No beginning ever as fresh
As those you begin
When you don't know what to do
As every start after has taint of before
You are no longer intrepid explorer
Instead a jaded tourist
Revisiting the sites of previous trips
Wondering why they are not as good as you recall.