My Lost Youth

They say my youth is golden,

A flame that time has yet to douse

But i feel like a dimming light

Too quiet in a screaming house.

Some days i feel I've grown too slow,

Like clocks sprinting in a row.

I should have build a life by now

But i can barely clean the mess, somehow

They fall in love, they find their voice

They buy new keys and change address

I stand outside their open doors,

Still wondering if I'm worth less

But though my roots are small and shy

They stretch beneath this trembling sky

And maybe being lost right now

Is just the place where fate allows

So, if i move at softer pace

If all i hold is breath and ache

Then let me bloom in quiet ways

And take my time, for my own sake.