Living in the shadow of my former self

It really is something, to realize you had it more together at 17 than you do at 46…

I remember being that fresh, teflon-coated, rubber ball.  Bouncing my way along sidewalks to the beat of my own drum.  Letting my aura flap like an enormous cape. Making sure I, somehow, touched everyone around me.  Until…

… I realized, I am an externality…