upon the first time we met, we graffitied a ghost town
we hitchhiked with strangers while taking on new identities
and set foot into (scarily scientological) places we shouldn’t be
you were a paradox of a charismatic clown
upon the second time we met, you made family out of strangers
as an arsonist at heart, you lit up the whole room with your charm
I envied how your bluntness and blunt-rolling skills were never a harm
you were my Ferris Bueller, a mischievous facade of mediated danger
upon the third time we met, I began seeing you everywhere
in comedy protagonists, mall santas, jokers, and more
you were 100 people at once
a new face every time you stepped through the door
you executed your personas so perfectly they flew by without care
upon the fourth time we met, I started feeling frustrated
I wanted to push you to a campus, a stage, or even corporate capitalism
just to see you thrive
why couldn’t you realize you were a theater kid since you were five?
you were a waste of potential with a monstrous ego that kept you gated
upon the fifth time we met, I realized time is running out
under your potency, I lost myself and felt trapped to express
I fell for your witty, rascally demeanor to defeat suppression
you made me feel a cinematically youthful energy
that quickly flooded with doubt
upon the last time we met, I finally listened to my gut
realized it’s time to focus on enrichment not experience
and let go of the comforting bed
that was always the hardest place to fall asleep in
you were right Ferris, life does move pretty fast
but it’s time for me to grow up
jn
