Youthfizzle

Where did the days go,
of innocent youth,
When I could be reckless,
carefree, and aloof?
You grow old, forget,
that life can be fun.
Feel sorrow and pain,
and go for the gun.
Before "pull the trigger,"
you think "what's the use,"
in ending it all,
by cooking your goose.
No one will miss you,
although they will say,
if only they knew,
you would be here today.
I think all we need,
is a walk in the woods,
to set those things straight,
compare wouldn'ts and shoulds.
To see what's important,
yourself before trying,
and write down those things,
you will do before dying.
You'll find that the list,
will get longer and longer,
you see much to do,
and find you get stronger.
So many things to try before death,
cause if you don't care,
if you take your last breath.
You may as well try,
to jump out of a plane,
with a big parachute,
or pretend you're insane.
Or surf in the ocean,
or pay for some love,
hop train in motion,
watch birds up above.
Youth never left,
but was hidden away,
You'll find that there is,
one more reason to stay.
So when you feel blue,
and go for the gun,
try finding lost youth,
and reclaiming the fun.
It may not be perfect,
you know life never is,
but you'll find some enjoyment,
by adding that fizz.