How strangely and awkwardly the days past, 

Days blurr into months and years, as though it happened

 within a click of our fingers and now it has paused, slowed down

And how we are all grappling with our lives

Valiently, sometimes indifferently, forever given to despair

And everyday we tell ourselves we are too far behind

How we envy those who know for sure

We are given to frequent daydreams

Inquiring about insignificant details

Of what flowers we would put in the office

Once we get the job

Which place to travel to with our first paycheck

No other age has been as startling as the one

we have finally stumbled into late one night

Intoxicated with wine, peering stupidly at the mirror

Unaware of the threshold we had crossed

Such electrifying glory it was,

Given to great depths of joy 

And to think that all of this will be gone too

In a flash right in front of our glazed eyes,

Dissolving into each other like mist.