The Time of My Life

Too far away to see clearly
My youth is just a sweet but cloudy memory
I sometimes smile at the thought
Of things that I did
But it's mostly shrouded in those pesky
Mists of time
Been alive for a long time
Done a lot of stupid shit
That should have killed me
But somehow never did
And a few things that killed my spirit
For varying lengths of time
But all of it seems like it happened to
Another person
A much younger
And more stupid
Me