feel less wise now that i'm grown in addressing the public

seek the answers
seek the known
chase the high i felt driving home

forget the flutters
the elbows thrown
feel less wise now that i’m grown

toss the keepsakes
keep the bin
pretend i chose this lane i’m in

free the failings
grip the wins
dread my head more than my skin

know the reasons
know the truth
trust it without demanding proof

evoke the lessons
the prose unused
and muse upon my far-off youth