An Adult Missing Adolesence

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.


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