Lost a piece of a me amidst this life of stable work and responsibility.
Gone are the days that I slept the sun away.
Gone are my nights of staying awake.
I was reckless, and a blowhard fool.
Wandering that veiled path of apathy and altered mindsets robbed me of my love for family. But it granted me words, I found poems everywhere while lost in that haze of clouded adolescence.
I wanted to be Bukowski, I wanted to be Keidis. I wanted to be Dylan.
I gaze back at myself sometimes, the boy I used to be. The twenty-something ****-up that hadn't a dime to his name, that hadn't a care in the world. I gaze back and wonder if there was a piece of me there that got lost in the transition between boyhood and man. Something left behind that used to truly define what I believed in and what believed in me.