Would you want to be a teenager again?

In honor of my previous post about Sartre's Nausea, I submit for your approval - screeeech! OK really, who could approve of such tripe? And no, I'm not deluding myself into believing that I am fishing for compliments. It really is tripe! Written many years ago in an adolescent fit of Nihilism! I keep it, and post it here because it's actually amusing to me to look back at the things we so desperately feel in different seasons of life.

And I also think: hmm, there really ARE people who feel this way - I am truly sad for them.

I gaze as the Nihilist in
a dead wall reverie,
through a clouded glass that
darkens the shadows.

Believing is futile, for
all that is law is mocked
by my craving for sedation
from my own petty imaginings.