Me at 23

At present:

I've learned some friends are my enemies

Every score has a penalty

Some people are angels and most demons are energy

I've learned to be happy, generally

And the universe runs on more than one relativity

Dreams unachieved are woes that most face

Some overcome

Some have blown out their brains

Talent is sometimes okay to waste

If you broaden and variegate within the soul's tastes

The mind can survive by itself if unclenched

And especially don't stress about when you'll find it again

A harlot's kiss sometimes can heal

It's about bliss as much as the love that you feel

That nothing is likely real

That something is taken from you when you steal

That you can decide who you are

But the verdict is inclined by the pull of the stars

That friends and lovers will change 

And when they look your way, they may say the same

The tongue is a beast we must tame

And youth has very little to do with age

You'll find that fighting won't lead you to peace

And nothing much beats staring up at the trees

Life's a short lovely breeze--

Me at 23.