When young, impressionable, hopelessly floundering but so danged intelligent
Misfit, yet outstanding among my peers in the eyes of my elders
Wanting to fit, wanting to feel ...
Feeling guilty for my fortune
Unwilling to admit my misfortune
Searching (no: WAITING) for purpose for ME
I wasn't KNOCKED off-course
I didn't WANDER off-course
I jumped
Headlong into anything, anything, that was OTHER
...
Hardly a soul that could look at me knew
So intelligent, articulate, seemed so mature
(God knew)
JD - you will know you are mature and on-track
When you look in the mirror, and see the grown-up version
Of the person that you were when you were wee
And you do not hate that tyke
Or the people who loved him
Some times we wonder how we survived to be this age an kids are the same . But some times one is more into adventure then the rest really feel they jump the track.
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