Later than late

And now, I am feeling the warmth,again
Don't know what to say
For words were now useless
All I know is that,
Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood
But then I was young

I know the plans; how to-s and why so-s
The home, the books and the bikes were on the list
The course,the degree and where to go were on my bucket list

Setting aside what to do when some sun stroke my iced core
And just wanting to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment only
I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary

There are worse things than being alone
But it often takes decades to realize this
Most often when you do,it's too late
And there's nothing worse
than too late