Class Clown

Earlier today I came across a video that brought me nostalgic joy.
It transported me back to when I was a carefree 16 year-old boy.
It is easy to forget the beauty life’s simple moments can hold.
Memories so sweet they never grow old.

Easily distracted with internal conflicts, I’m blinded to the happiness all around.
Lord knows how I long to return to simpler times when I was the class clown.
And yet I know I must yearn no longer for the past past but instead seek pastures new.
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, I hope that much is true.

Seb Siracusa