I can already feel the bullet on the roof of my mouth.
I can taste the metal.
It's just the blood that lingers.
Happenings wear down innocence.
Time withers smiles.
They say everyone grows up eventually,
They keep asking when I will.
I've always wondered why people ask questions they know the answer to.
I guess they need to hear someone else say it.
Maybe it's just not real until someone says it aloud.
Maybe you don't know you love someone until you lose them in a crowd.
I think that's the real test
Do you remember what they were wearing?
Do you remember what they look like?
How much time did you spend today looking at them?
It's funny how little you actually remember about someone.
It's funny how much you do too.
I don't remember my mother's birthday, but I do remember what you were wearing the day I met you.
I remember the way you looked up from your coffee and smiled.
I remember your eyes, and how they reminded me of tall evergreens stretching into eternity.
Anything seemed possible when your lips curled into a smile.
I could conquer the world when you curled into my arms.
Even your sighs sounded like they must have been written by some famous composer.
But I guess that's all just love.

Time doesn't heal.
Time kills.
Everyday you're being poisoned.
Everyday just a little more.
You may not feel the sting.
But it adds up.
So live while you can.
The young man, the well greased machine, looks upon the old man with jealousy.
For the old man's working days are done.
He has paid his dues.
The old man, the haggard stallion, looks upon the young man with envy.
For the boy is in his prime, his strength, wits, and looks at their peak.
Oh how we love to wish for what we can't have.
Instead of making the most of what we have, while we have it.
It is the second greatest misfortune of our civilization.
If only the people knew the power that which their own minds hold.
Every individual has the power to change the world, but only a select few utilize it.
Yet people still complain about the problems in our civilization.
Every individual has the power to have anything they want.
Yet people are still wishing they had.
Wishing they had.
This is the most preposterous idea ever conceived, that you must wish for.
You most long for.
Instead of achieving our dreams, we wait for them to be handed to us on a platter.
Things do not get better until you yourself make them better.
So with your youth, live and learn.
For there are millions of experiences to be had, and millions of more lessons to be learned.
Remember in life individuality is key.
Too much has the individual been more worried about what his peers or parents think.
This is our civilizations saddest misfortune.
Do what you want to, there are no expectations to live up to.
Do not fret about disappointing others, because in the end, will you remember it?
But if you disappoint yourself, you will never let yourself forget it.
And when your bones start to ache, and your hands start to shake, and your vision gets blurry, and your hearing goes bad.
Do you want to look upon the man running down the street, gears turning flawlessly, pace kept perfect, and think with a grim face "I wish I was his age again."
Or do you want to smile, wave, and continue on about your day, because you've lived too.