If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

My youth is not yet gone,

But already for it I mourn.

I am not one to shy away from jumping

Feet first into anything that sets my soul on fire,

But yet I am haunted by what could have been.

Each life that I did not get to live,

Each dream that flutters just past my fingertips,

Impossible to be known so intimately by my soul-

But that I yearn for nonetheless.