Who am I? I’m not so sure
I used to be the renegade
Representing more than once
A row of bad decisions made
Now it seems I’m not the one
That mother warned you all about
Has time caught up and neutered youth?
And forced my hand; to “mellow out”
And why do chances seem so much
Like chances that I shouldn’t take?
The thrill’s no longer such a thrill
And laughing hard is only fake
Love that seemed so never ending
Ended quite some time ago
Excitement that was so breath-taking
Hopped a train that runs so slow
Now in the tunnel looking out
The end is finally in sight
Regret is strong as guilt sets in
And we all travel toward the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem