Scene 80: In the Market

I went into the market, cart pushed between my fingers
Pushed through the stalls and found a can of pre-school
Dropped it with my box of birth
I took a sip of water
From my bottle of innocence as I grabbed a carton of cartoons
And early Saturday mornings

Going through the aisles, I found some fresh elementary
Spiced with some embarrassing playground secrets
Got a can of oily middle school
To go along with my soccer soup
I finished drinking my bottle, and looked for another
But they were out

I continued through the lanes, eyes tracing the shelves
Found a pouch of instant first love and stuffed it in my cart
Snug between bars of best friends and birthdays
There were free samples of betrayal: the latest emotion
I tried one, but it left a sour taste in my mouth
I tried washing it out with sodas of tears and anger

The rows seemed endless, decorated with so much color
Bottles of sports and cans of clubs
It was so hard to decide between them
But I came to the checkout stand, watch in hand
The price: 17 years, 10 months, 5 days, 9 hours and
382 seconds

I paid and went to the world