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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.15.16.24.24086]] |
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Sure enough, the instant I turn around, it seems like everything has changed, Halfway between innocence and initiation, each rule I learned got rearranged. If I was bold enough to question reasons, I'm not sure I'd get answers I want, And it seems nothing but wasted time to try and avoid issues I must confront. But how many of us can merrily skip along smiling, blind to the deepest whys, Would you trade your hardfought wisdom for a chance to know their surprise? Oh, halcyon days of yore, when we spiced abandon with reckless and wild hair, Top of our lungs announcing we were young and alive and ready for any dare. You remember how we knew it all back then, with no shame in telling you so, I find it odd that I've no recollection of how I forgot what I'd learned long ago. Old enough to know better and still young enough not to care; well, not quite, I hear your enthusiastic expectations for that moment I admit you were right. I don't know where others stand; I toe the line between a neophyte and sage, Think of it as having adequate introduction to instruction from top of the page. I'd divined what I should do, how it should be done; ah, but when and where? And I'd sure like to know the why behind this recurrent case of if I must bear. It's not that I worry about outcomes; I'll discover it all soon enough I'm sure, Were it my decision, I say give me the usual; an overdose of you, as we were. |