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.