where'd the ideas go

Im sure as you get older your ideas diminish, ur inquisition turns to worry. How is it i feel less capable than before i had experience! Its like I could have done anything and every day i feel i can do less and less! Loooking into peoples faces, i see they too with quarms, waiting to see wat happens! Plodding thru a half ass attempt at living, accepting to be average or their version of ok! I see girls expressing themselves in clothes, just as I did, reaffirming their sense of individuality and self! It makes me happy to relate superficially with the random!