Wyndlerunner

I don't know if y'all know this, but I write poetry, so I figured I'd share one of my most recent works- Enjoy:

 

A Remembrance of Youth

 

Do you now remember the way it used to be? 

When we talked of the future, we saw infinity.

A distant point we’d never see,

But we were blinded by naivety 

 

Do you remember days and nights, beneath the vibrant sun?

Time seemed to move so slowly, that it stood still for everyone.

Months would pass like eons, a year would feel an age,

Life felt an eternity, a book with no last page.

But now days pass like seconds, the hours pass like grains of sand,

And now we feel an urgency youth cannot understand.

 

Do you ever think of things your youth would once recall,

And find yourself unsure if they were ever real at all?

What is it now within our lives that makes everything seem,

A hazy recollection, or a memory of a dream?

 

In youth, life was a corridor, our path was straight before,

But now we’re standing at the end, and throw open the door.

And finally you understand; this is that distant point.

We walk on ground we cannot see, hoping we stay true,

And every step you further take, youth seems a foolish view.

 

And yet is it so foolish, to remember what’s behind?

To search through dreamlike memories, seeking the truth we’ll find.

Yes youth is behind us, a path we’ll not further tread,

But know what is behind you, and you’ll know what lies ahead.

 

Uncertainty is certain, as the curtain starts to rise,

Upon the second act of that great play which is our lives

Indeed there will be trouble,

Toils, ails, and strife

But if you’re seeking comfort, remember the beginning of life.