Youthful, or it may seem.
A day, a change in time.
A year, a change in history.
Something we live; something we breathe.
Experience, what does it mean?
Can it be valued… surely.
It has to mean more than anything.
For without it, what is living?
Though on days, it is hard to greet;
That possibility of something that’s new to me.
Waiting, willing it to come.
Yet in the midst of everything it does not.
Because the effort put in was far too thin.