I've succumbed to reading old diaries
And dwelling on what's been
Nothing much has changed
I did the same at 17
Sat alone just thinking
Or gazing out of the window
Watching life pass me by
As I did half a lifetime ago
I was on the cusp of adulthood
Waiting for that day
Feels like I'm still waiting
Feels like nothing's changed
And today, all this nostalgia
For a life barely begun
I can't help but wonder
Where I'll be at 51