In my pride, I danced with folly.
I made gambles that were risky,
Of advices, I heeded none.
In my youth, I thought I knew,
The inner and outer workings of life.
I saw the world as my colouring book,
Thought myself too mature for it.
Step after step, I chased after air,
Running and jumping, but landing on my face.
Never once stopped to consider,
That maybe I haven't figured it out.
I was always chasing perfect moments of grandeur,
Never stopping to smell the roses along the way.
Little did I know that the journey,
The little fragments of moments in between make up the destination.
Now I will never relive those memories,
My hopes can't change reality.
The way they are played out in my head,
They are, but untouchable.
Now that I am older and slightly wiser,
This is my only resolve.
In every step I take till death,
That I think myself none the wiser.