I'm such a goon.
I know that I tell stories of the past
way too much. I have current stories,
but they're not as interesting to me.
Something has changed in me.
Something lost.
I don't giggle as much anymore.
I'm not as spontaneous with my words.
Now I think before I speak,
which means I resist saying much of anything.
I'm such a goon by nature,
but he made me shut up and grow up.
Now my face looks old and stressed,
My mind always thinking
"What an idiot I've been!"
I want to be free,
to feel young and spontaneous again.
Ignoring ignorance doesn't teach me a thing.
It just kills the child.
