'I was truly at my best when I was seventeen'
Was all that kept repeating through my mind.
As the conversation bubbled with camaraderie
Of nothing much, and numerous asides
That always seem important at the time.
I was beautifully devoid, when I was seventeen,
Of any sense of who I was or why.
And I wasn't yet concerned of falling in between
The mountains of my past and present lives.
Just push responsibility aside, and leave it far away.
Push accountability aside, my attitude has always been the same.
I'm present blind.
I always found a way to turn my back on today.
As years go by, it feels like nothing has changed.
I remember how I felt when I was seventeen
That the world would change in many wondrous ways.
And I hardly noticed what was right in front of me,
Anticipating when I'd come of age.
So another one for those who have fallen in between,
There's comfort in our petty social ways,
For you and I, and what the hell's his name.
I'm present blind.
I always find a way to turn my back on today.
As years go by, nothing really has changed.
And even though it doesn't feel the same,
The years flow by, and nothing really has changed.