If I have forever to edit

It’s always going to be perfect—imperfectly.

A generation is born onto each individual person

It’s theirs alone to conduct what they will

Shining lights on the shadows of the past
can dispel even the darkest of figures

But when turning sights towards the future
Blackness consumes what is no longer there

A stars momentary glimpse catches my eye
And I learn the harshest of truths

Vibrations change formations
And so too does me and you

Sullied youths
To wisdom?

Or troubled pasts
To hatred?

The choices of the day reign
While we are awake

Making what we will
And just as much so
As we will not

Navigating through social constructs
Like pioneers through the great big void

Traveling through galaxies beyond our scope
As in searching for some long forgotten home

Places in time that we can call
Our own

The Ever changing abstracts of to know
And to have known

I keep that brilliant brightness within my eye
And go on with the rest of my time

As I live my life
I have come to realize
That the growing pains

Never stop

But with each new plateau I’ve reached
There comes a subtle reprieve
And a newly gained perspective

Every moment you spend dwelling on regrets
Is another regret you’re going to get

It was never lost on me,
Exept
When I wasn’t looking for it. . .