It was a different world, wasn’t it?

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 07/24/2009

A yard full of wonder and a wall that was amazing.
I grew up in the land of Camelot
And my friends did too.
I could observe the countryside from wherever I stood,
And never did I fear what was to come ahead.

An exhibiting imagination.
The world was what we wanted it to be.
But inhibiting education,
Only ended our dreams.

I’ll always have memory of where I grew up.
Around 3 years old,
Sesame Street,
And 1970’s New York.
City.
A colorful time,
When puppets called Muppets reigned,
And not everything had to educate.

Lone

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 07/15/2009

There’s something so somber about open roads and early mornings.
Your only friends are the cars that speed past you
And the shining reflectors stuck to the pavement.
The same songs play on the radio,
The lights in the distance never get any closer.

“It’s not a good life, the life of a trucker,” they say.
But life is life, and their way is the highway, the long way, the hard way.
Who are we to say how they must live?
I can’t.
No one can.