My passions have cooled.
My heart has become hard to be moved.
I walk my route
and maintain my fine mood,
knowing that's one stage of my life with which I am through.
Fantasies of ***, smoking cigarettes,
romantic love,
experimentation with drugs.
I run these things through my head,
I realize I'd rather watch the sunset,
reminisce on parting, familial hugs instead,
before I forget another memory yet.