Unintended Melodramatics

it's all just an evolved state of dragging on our temporaries temperaments
attempting to escape but in passing they are everything
and the best you can do is live in the present but when that proves harmful.
just remember not to dwell on everything from love to gold,
for they'll lose worth in years to come and
every young Casanova will slowly cease to charm -
and remind yourself of that when you're old -
you'll be thankful you once were so dumb, so young,
it takes former stupidity to fully appreciate, eventually bearing, wisdom

it's cumbersome to trip and fall and trip and stall and trip and fall again
and who knows, perhaps eventually you'll learn from it all,
but if your scenery doesn't change, no one will believe you grew.
don't take it personally, they see themselves in you.

i don't want to see this dirt for dirt, but it beats seeing it for an ancient civilization.
those folks are gone and there will be nothing to recreate for i
suppose this all leads to more thoughts and in the end a lost endeavor.

but,
i'm beginning to think maturity is merely the ability to cope with what's been given,
a process of thinking, the placement of words among words, just well enough to keep living.
it's not really that we didn't know once what we're going to know now -
it's just the entirety of grasping that we'll never know what the future brings or when.