You’re often in love with strangers,
And still too young to recognize
That none of your fantasies
Have ever become real.
The strongest emotions you feel
Are for those with whom you’ve interacted the least,
The places you’ve never gone, and the things you have yet to do.
With an optimistic future ahead of you,
You expect nothing from the present.
But someday you will be arrested by your first wrinkle,
And feel old in a bar.
You will no longer look hopefully into the future,
But woefully into the past.