For the Mind Young and Wise

You might say I have a young mind, a budding spirit, Not enough experience, not enough heartbreak, No calluses to show off roughened edges But, These are the things that I know: I know that Jack ran off with Jill to the top of a hill Took a risk on forbidden love and wound up dead. I know that one and two is three, only in simple addition Yet, These are the things I have learned: I know that friends come and go but love never ceases. Times and trials prove to us who will stick around for good. I know how to lose someone in the worst way, with no goodbye And, These are the secrets I keep: I know that I think and write best in an English accent, Delicate words spew forth out of my stubborn Midwestern mind. I know that the past plagues my soul, in forms of regrets, nightmares and dreams So, These are the things I have to prove myself: I keep a soul in much older form than my own. I indeed am young, optimistic, an extravagant dreamer. My life has known both childlike pleasures and adult decades of pain. Therefore, I’ll let you think what you will.