the countenance of meeting a time traveler

I smell the novelty
And consider its edibility.

I am young
Despite my years.
I am brave
Despite my fears.

Plenty of time
On an invisible clock
Is not reassuring

Sometimes I am punched
In the face by regret,
A loser who can’t seem
To forget.

I look back upon
Selfish days,
And I am angry
At that idiot

You have to live for the future
Because the past will eat ya.