The lustful impatience

Daydreams of memories;

to be lived first.

Getting there…

Waiting…

Lovers on the brink of adventure.

Turning away for just a moment;

Only to look again

With new eyes,

With extra colors;

When did this start?

When will this end?

When I leave, will I ever be the same again?

This poem delves into the fervor of desire, a bridge between memories and anticipations. It speaks to the eagerness to seize life's moments. The lines "When did this start? When will this end? When I leave, will I ever be the same again?" ponder the inevitable change every experience imparts. It's a reflection on the relentless pursuit of adventure, a path to personal evolution