Glory Days

Glory Days

The room grew increasingly hot, my core temperature began to rocket
All I could thing of was the boredom that germinated in me like a new seed.
I couldn’t see how this could be of value, hypotenuse, trigonometry, pie
It all seemed a bit surreal, and I began to daydream about a different day.

One spent doing my favourite things, not caring about the world around me
I was isolated in my own reality, obscuring the harsh one that loomed ahead.
But that’s how it was; the mind was immature to order in all things.
I regret not seeing the hidden value of learning in those days now.

Those were the glory days, I felt invincible, and like I was set apart, knew best.
I’ll bet you know the feeling very well and have similar aching regrets.
So school days really were the best of our lives, if only we’d realised,
And adjusted the focus of our blurred vision, we’d be different now.

I sometimes still sit and imagine for myself a different path to that, which I’m on,
And yearn for another chance as I lie at night conjuring alternative versions
Of my life’s path, as I slip into deep sleep. There are so many things I would
Never change in the complicated woven fabric of my own achievements

But I know I could have done better, and that grates on me
Like something I can’t quite remember, on the tip of my tongue.
Not only my life, but those of my dependents may have been fuller,
Their experience unhindered by, by my previous selfish actions.