Youth

I hope when I'm old I can look at

my photographs

my journals

my sketches

my songs

my life

and be reborn

through the flames of ignorance and bliss

and inconceivable naïvetè

so that one day I can remember

the utter stupidity of youth.

The heavenly state of knowing

nothing,

and knowing it well.

And feeling as if it entitles me to an entirety 

outside of everything with which

I've been presented.

What better state to assess the world

than an unbiased mind

full of misunderstanding and misdeed?