I'm sure it was only yesterday I was dragging it around,
Like a monkey on my back, it was there. Heavy and relentless I wanted away from it so much. I would look at my reflection, rub my chin fluff and say "coming along nice this stubble". That should help when I want them to take me serious.
Now when I look in a mirror, I see one more crack.
I rub my face and wish for the day when I only had to shave once a forth-night or so.
I think "where could It be gone."
In the past I shook so hard to lose it, that it wore me out and it would put me to sleep.
Today I spend so much time chasing, trying to catch a glimpse of it
that I am afraid to rest for fear of losing what I have now.
Yes it only seem like last week, That I thought Today's musings to be a life time away.
Some how in the rush to get here, I didn't even notice i had lost such an integral part of myself. It was the Library of my childhood. The scholarly Guide to my adult life. The conduit of my dreams to fruition or wayside. My first love and my last tear. Perhaps it was a dream. It matters not now it's gone. I am the projection of it, and it the shadow of me, lost one night as light faded, strange how I did not notice it gone or miss it till today. But there you have it such are the distractions of life. and I'm sure glad I have those quick fleeting glimpses of it. But I don't think I will chase it anymore. I would still however like to know where did my Youth go? Now I have to go buy a Sports Car.
Do you still feel like a Teen, or are you happy being a cynical grumpy like me ?
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