The young me, so wild and free.
I wonder, what will he think of me.
If he saw me today, would he feel that we were lead astray?
Would he understand the way I felt?
Or would he bash me for not accepting help?
I'd tell him that I tried, I really did.
But no matter who supported me, I just couldn't win that final bid.
I admit, sometimes I wouldn't try.
And I don't know how to explain to young me why...
Do I tell him life is more than what meets the eye?
Should I let him keep his innocence so his joy will "never" die.
I don't know man.
What should I do?
Continue to lie or tell him "we're screwed".
Cause whatever choice I make, will change both of our fates.
Will it be for the better?
Or for the worse?
Cause if I changed my ways, then I might not feel like a walking corpse.
Of course nothing is guaranteed.
Especially since life has always been my mortal enemy.
But if by some chance, it were to occur.
Would this be a blessing or a curse, or just some passing blur?
I still wanna know...
What will he think?
Honestly, the thought of that scares me.
But, it's whatever.
I guess I'll never know.
Which sucks, because my curiosity will continue to grow.
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Poems For The Soul & Thoughts For The Mind
PoetryA trip in to my mind, filled with poetry and odd thoughts. By the way some of things I think may be kind of out landish, just warning you. Also a lot of what I write is depressing. *potential trigger warning*