I remember when I was young. I remember when I used to dream. I remember it all. Some of my youthful tales, I can recall and extract the very feeling I got from then, and feel it now. Though it may be a synthetic blissful innervation, its still mine. Being young meant more than just facial hair and cracking vocal cords. Its the state of mind I miss as much as the times. As far as they seem now, they still show their gorgeous face from time to time during one of my frequent day dreams and song induced flashbacks. I regret nothing. All I remember is being young, I'm only the corner from it. But I'm older, and doesn't look good to chase youth where I am. Maybe when I'm older it'll be 'cooler' to want to be young, but right now, it falls in the faux pau box.
If I could relive any time of my life, it would be then. See, then is when everything happened. Though your then may have come soon or later than mine, we still all share that same...that same...I don't know.
I remember when I was young. I remember when I used to dream. Now I don't even remember most of my dreams.
Next time I'll be sure to stay young as long as possible.
"If we spent less time arguing and more time in bed, we'd all be happier"
-Comedian Bill Maher
XVII: 17th
