ReGAURDless

When the sun starts to set and the moon slowly rises, I convert into this person who remains openminded. As I utter the words that fall from my lips, eyes dart me down from any slight sense of bliss. Sometimes I make mistakes and beat myself up for it. Then a feeling of nostalgia forms around me, Its unbearable and I start to deflate. I am no longer gassed up, I am no longer high up. Salty tears rolling down the side of my cheeks, It can't be that long ago that I was yelling 'You gotta live it up'. Man, how time creeps up on us. It felt like yesterday I was kissing him now I'm kissing you, am I misunderstood? I won't be taken for a fool. My mind remains alert at all times, and I never let my guard down at any given time, just in case a motha fucka like you tends to trip.