Late Night Thoughts

         
What is youth?

Maybe it's those times when you're home alone
So you blast the music at full volume
Get lost in the rhythm, the melody
And dance around the room like a fool

Is it the laughter that you shared
With the family that you created
Until your stomach ached and your mind was lost?

Perhaps it's being hunched over,
Crying in a cramped bathroom stall
Or the first time
You forgot how to breathe.

Is it first kisses,
First loves,
First regrets?

Is youth simply dreaming
Of future plans
When it's 2 AM
And you're intoxicated
On the idea of life?

It could be
that silly little thrill that comes
Mixed with a blurry daze
You get when that someone
Smiles your way
As you walk down the hallway

Youth can be full
And it can be empty.

It's jarring,

out of order,

Yet makes complete sense

Full of animation
Your unfulfilled promises
Litter the dirty ground
But youth does not end.

So perhaps it's nothing distinct
Perhaps it is not an age,
A period of time,
A doubtful feeling

To answer the question
What is youth?
Youth is a lifetime.