Good times are only good post-experience.
Afterwards, one feels nostalgia and love.
The real tragedy of life and variance
Is to not realize what one has til it’s above
Us in the clouds of memory and thought.
Post adolescence, everyone’s in a diff’rent place
Everyone’s in the process of being bought
And very far from me, just in case.
So far, adulthood is very lonely
I miss my friend more than I say
I miss adventures and the late night beach
I miss the feeling of wanting to stay.
The most tragic part of it came
When I realized, it’ll never be the same.