The year is so brand new, the times are so different, the air smells sweeter, the paths winding, hiding other paths, the rain feels fresh on my skin, the thunder frightening this time. The world is different, with every hour a new revolution, with ever minute a new birth and a stale death. The papers determine our moods, the televisions tell us what to do, the magazines make us wanna lose weight, our friends tell us from wrong to right.
We walk on the streets, run in the fields, we pick some flowers, we blow dandelions, we fall and scrape our knees, we climb trees and skip ropes. We go to school for the first time, we loose our teeth and grow new ones, we sit on daddy and grandpas laps and listen to tales, we bake scones in the kitchen and help mommy with the dishes. We grow breasts and hips, then we like boys, we start wearing short skirts, and put on make up so that they can notice. We have our first swig of alcohol with our toxic buddies, and have our first inhalation of nicotine with the boys from our class.
We further our studies, meet new people, grow further away from our parents, learn to play with independence. We start sleeping with the boys, stay out late for longer, have all-nite parties a day before that major exam, we start smoking weed and joining the Rasta movement. We attend all nite poetry gigs, and we have an obsession for words rhyming, player hating hip-hop heads. We lose ourselves in those moments, we find a new identity, we strive to fit in, and we lose our heads in those moments.
We start wearing stiletto heels, having three way conversations on achievement with strangers, we walk down empty passageways, passing by an odd old white man who don’t even see you passing. We start swiping our bank cards away, start eating at expensive restaurants, hanging out with the BEEs, whooshing around in expensive Audis and Mercs. We climb the corporate ladder, be the boss in our own offices, have bills as high as Mount Everest. We barely call our previous friends, sometimes send money back to the parents, live expensive lives, and everything seems as if it has always been like this.
Then you wake up one morning, this time find space to reflect, and in that space, you realise your failures and achievements, how different your life is from that childhood dream. You look back on all the love lost and the love not gained and you realise that you left the love of your life some where in the growing struggle. You shed a tear for all those lost lives and the new additions to your precious life, and finally you acknowledge the change. This is you, your life, you made this, you breathe this, it feeds you, its what drives you.

Then you smile for its a new day, you go out there, smelling the sweet air, raindrops sliding down your face, you buy the newspaper, it sets your mood, you pass by the television, and it tells you what to do, and you laugh out loud, for it is all a cycle. You have just been walking, walking on the legs of time.