Youth

 I think of the wasted motion of my youth -
grand statements of purpose,
aspirations without understanding the cost.

A life that is a car with two new, but wrong-sized tires -
a map in hand, but of the wrong city -
trying to follow it because 

its a map -
wobbling and bobbing around corners.
Still faster than the older models around me,
but why do they seem to get there first?

Too many mismatched pieces - 
like going to work with a wingtip 
and an Air Jordan -
going to the gym and changing, 
only to put the same but opposite -
not knowing why everything is so difficult.

They say you can't fix stupid, 
but I wasn't stupid -
just young.

Spoken version: https://anchor.fm/honest-chaos/episodes/Youth-e1clcmq