I wish I could go back to when everything was simple.
The people were cool, and my worries were small.
I had dreams and I had plans.
This was the time to be alive.
At least, that is what I used think.
Not anymore, all I think about is the pain and wanting out.
Younger me was confused, but the older me is no better.
I can never go back, and I learn to stop trying.
What happen then was not thriving, it was surviving.
It made me who I am today, but the no luck kept pushing the goal post further away.
Now everything is getting closer, and I am afraid to miss.
Will I take this shot, or let it pass me by? Time is running out, and I do not think I will beat the shot clock