Young and naive,
Without worry or the ability to conceive.
I picked up an instrument for the first time
A second hand guitar, lost in time gone by,
Lost interest in it, as you did in me,
Not a second thought given to the things I could be.
Was it an oppertunity wasted
Or a bullet dodged?
Years have passed and now I’m deflated,
The useless acts I let my mind get hogged.
A childhood rubbished and time gone that I need,
As good as I was then, Young and Naive