Wild Child

I am often reminded of the time,
When I knew not what would become of me,
When all that mattered was hunger for more,
When I didn't take into the existence of any responsibility.
I was quintessential of what was raw but not naive.
I rule over my quorum with all the gall and glamour.
The emotions that could drive the inner self wild
And the deception of an ill-fated lover.
I would be up against anything that proposed halting,
Rebel for all my selfish and wrong causes.
But i knew not, what I did was wrong or right,
The wild child in me was simply driven by teenage maladies.
But now that I am ripe with age -
Wise enough and have harnessed more knowledge than any.
I simply can't deny the adrenalin rush that flows,
When I am reminded of my fearful juvenile zest,
As being very young, back to when I was seventeen.