Pelgris

I get nostalgic for those heady days when I knew what the world was
When I knew what the next step would bring
And all tomorrow’s parties were laid out
Waiting on a platter
Just a few minutes from achieving greatness
When the actions I took were either momentous
Or without consequence
With nothing in between
Set to achieve all of my dreams
Before reality
Before the rot
Before the losses grew too great to paper over
I miss that feeling
That my tomorrows were certain
And all I wanted
Was up for the grasping