I was eighteen, maybe nineteen, either or;
It doesn’t matter what age I was, only what I was looking for.
I was looking for answers, most of which I thought I had.
But in one quick moment I lost all that I had nabbed.

So young, yet we think that we are so old.
Capable of anything, or so we are told.
Looking back I laugh at myself when I was so callow.
Naive, stubborn and green, I was just a pup of a fellow.

Ten years later and I’ve not conquered my dreams,
I’ve gained some knowledge of life and become quite humble it seems.
For the young man who was so smart and bold,
whom always took with a grain of salt what his mentors have told,
Is staring at the clock on the wall,
realizing in all this time, all that I have learned, I have not learned at all.