keep adding ingredients to the batter

We lost adventure with puberty, lost passion when we discovered alcohol. We traded innocence for experience and experience told us to grow the fuck up and behave; we listened. Afraid to change anything because if we change even one-little-thing everything might change, and the world may crumble to dust at our feet before we are able to see the sunrise sober with hot coffee in one hand and a tightly rolled tobacco in the other, standing alone on the sunrise with dawn and day being sung into being by thousands of songbirds and the heart says, one more day to be here, thank god for all of that lost passion, adventure, innocence so that now I know how to breath at all. I am not too good with words but my sense is that all of this life just gets us closer to life if we let the wind into the wind and let the dust out of the heart and just soar and say why the fuck not to the biggest dreams of now and tomorrow and let's forget yesterday because though it happened and I love it is gone and never to be repeated neither its perfection nor its imperfection, all of that gone for good, thank god.