Expression [Poetry]

Vicesimus Septimus

Full of steadfast hope
And ambitious goals
Was I in the past
Now long gone

I basked in
Ignorant bliss and
My naive youth
I wanted to grow old fast

Acting in contrary
To my delicate age
I wore a cold front
And ignored my childhood "now"

Fast forward and here I am
In a back-alley cafe by myself
Staring blankly at space
With cold coffee in my hands

Just a miserable adult
Currently questioning himself
If what he felt was melancholy
Or sadness with a reason

Just another typical
Stressed-out salaryman
Muttering what-ifs
And wishing to be young again