Too young, or too old?

You were always too young, i always knew and fought it
In those emotional, heart pumping moments, i didn’t care
I wanted to feel and live and flow just as you suggested
I wanted to live as one who knew no formula to tomorrow
And we did, albeit briefly,we were free with everything.
But life is often cruel in the way it dashes happiness
soon we faced the usual problem of thinking way too much.
We let logic, advice and rationalization dictate our lives
We let our passion die, we let go of those fiery nights.
I hear the echoes of foregone moments in darkness weeping
Weeping for they shall never be borne,weeping in loss.
Touches we could have had, hungry, hands raised in agony
and those kisses, so many forfeited, dying as hope wails
I was always older, you knew it and couldn’t give a care
but advice, logic and rationalization guided our thoughts.
We still are too young and much older, we still are alone.