I have looked through the glass of the kaleidoscopes glance
I have jumped in a puddle and watched how it splashed
I have stepped with the world in its misleading dance
I have judged the world with these eyes and found it quite crass.

Indeed I have lived, far too much for my age.
Simultaneously i have lived very little, my time just a speck
Nay a speck upon a speck is what my life is in the grand scheme.
I was told many times that someday i will do great things
I find that sentiment quite naive, perhaps my life will add up to great things
but if only later in life is when great things may be accomplished,
i wish to skip this time of lacking and this time of mediocrity.

I am overwhelmed by life's underwhelming qualities,
always longing for intensity, passion, pain, joy.
How do i quantify my actions against or with another?
How do i cope with the unsatisfactory experiences i am subjected to?
Take my time, but give me life, give me experience, and give me quality.