the endless canvas

life has a way of fracturing the heart
and trying the soul.
the stamina of youth refers not only to a certain physicality,
but also to the health and strength of ones spirit.
for most
the blissful naivete and idealism of youth
gradually gives way to a certain cynicism,
a numbing acceptance,
just as summer gives way to fall
each day becoming slightly cooler,
each leaf slowly changing color
drying out, shriveling up,
one by one dropping to the ground
scattered like fallen soldiers.

but for the few resilient souls
who refuse to be railed by the blunt and bludgeoning
hammer of society’s cloned and listless dream;
for those beautiful, unreasonable children of light,
the world is a playground,
stretching out before them
like an endless canvas.