Alexander Had it Right

Liam Cuddy

Alexander had it right, when he said he was moving to Australia. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that little Ginger haired dreamer was really onto something. After all, a terrible horrible no good very bad day Is no joke.

I’ve had terrible days, and even horrible ones. I’ve experienced bad things, had feelings That were no good. But to have a cocktail firmly shaken With all four spirits accompanying each other . . . Well that just sucks.

I can see why he wanted to make the move. I too plan on making that move. Hitting that button with two Parallel lines, transporting myself into a world unknown. Where knives sparkle, teeth yellow, skin darkens, And everything kills you.

So often have my dreams been my parent’s nightmares. Where I see freedom, they see incompetence and poisonous snakes. Where I see clarity, they see confusion. Where I see experience, they see a lack of funds. Sometimes that is just that.

I envision a more muscular being crouching, On burning sands. Staring off into the distance With wise eyes that tell the tales of weary travelers Wise eyes that know bad days. It’s only then when I feel like I will figure things out.

So don’t hate on Alexander, please. Some see him as young, immature, and stubborn. I see courage. I for one can only aspire and dream of the day, Where Eliot’s words ring true. Where I arrive where I started, And know the place for the first time.