If I could just be 19 again,
I'd still be free and running around -
I'd still be intractable, Amen.
I'd flash back to what was then,
I'd be lost, never to be found,
If I could just be 19 again.
I'd be a vagabond, in a stark wonderin',
I'd still walk the same rebel ground -
I'd still be intractable, Amen.
I'd walk on fire, and fathom disdain,
I'd abide where deviants abound,
If I could just be 19 again.
I'd lie and cry, and dance in the rain,
I'd sing and wail and make a sound -
I'd still be intractable, Amen.
I grieve for 19 years - I had to abstain;
Now I'm stricken in years but bound...
So if I could just be 19 again,
I'd still be intractable, Amen.
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Ode to the 19-Year-Old Me
PoetryIs adulting also making you feel chained to responsibilities? This is an honest account of my feelings of regret towards the things I no longer can't achieve because I have my priorities now. Now, just because you remember the "freer" times doesn't...