Too Young, Too Old

Too old to start over

Too young to begin

Standing between echoes

Of what could have been

Hands full of memories

That don’t quite fit now

Dreams still whispering

But forgetting how

Too late for the first time

Too early for peace

Holding on tightly

While learning release

A foot in the future

A heel in the past

Wondering quietly

How long this will last

Too worn to be reckless

Too restless to stay

Tracing the outline

Of some other way

Too old for illusions

Too young to be done

Still chasing the feeling

Of becoming someone