On a certain night
With the moon very bright
I sat on my bed
A lot in my head
I reminisced as much as I could
Or rather as much as I should
I thought about the good
Raked my hair in my hood
I saw myself where I was
How my life never seemed to pause
But most of all
I thought of love
How love and innocence met
How good holding hands felt
How much him looking at me meant
How young love had no dent
Back then it was so easy
We were never so busy
Who liked who more didn’t matter
Nor how long the love would last
On that night I realized
Why love was so hard was because of time
Now it seems I know a lot of things
Things I should consider nothing
All these things stand in the way
Limit the things I ought to say
Knowledge is life. It is power
But too much flower crushes the flower
Knowing has helped me yes I know
But it’s time to let some go
If not they would become a hunch
And right now I wish I didn’t know so much.