Young until late

I had a fucking scary dream last night.
I was in a room or apartment somewhere near the city center. I was drunk and trying to play an old guitar. Empty bottles of beer where scattered all over the dirty floor. Some yellowish rags were serving as drapes. Or maybe there were old broken drapes after all. My head was aching, I was dazed and I couldn't play the chords with the accuracy needed. At one point my nose bled. All of a sudden. I dropped the guitar and went to the nearest mirror. A near-heart-stroke just hit me: I was old!! I was fuckin' old and ugly, with long white greasy hair, with red eyes and wrinkles and stuff...
Goddamn... I was a fuckin' drunk old man trying to play a guitar in a dirty apartment. And my nose was bleeding. I wanted to crush the mirror with my fist but I heard fervent knocks in my door and voices: "C'mon old man! Outta here! Time for evac!", "Hey man don't force us to come in! Get the fuck out, 'tis not your house anymore!".
I could see in the mirror my nose excessively bleeding. I was suddenly out of air and I started to choke. It was blood. Blood was coming outta my mouth also. I crushed the mirror with hatred, cut my fist in the broken glass. "7 years of bad luck" I just thought with a grin on my face. Never mind. With one of the last breaths I could tear the apartment main window using the old guitar.
"Hey what the fuck you're doing you crazy old man??" They were bumping into the door trying to break in.
Through the smashed apartment window, the cold winter wind was making its way. It usually would've gave me sword-like chills but not now. It was hot like fuckin' Sahara. No sand though. Another breath and - without even trying to rethink - I jumped. Emptiness. Infinity. Time dilated. I was almost floating. I could feel every one of my heartbeats at a very slow pace and each one of them was bringing back memories. Good ones and bad ones. Mostly good. I saw my youthful spark of creativity. I saw the very few moments when I succeeded just by pure luck or with little effort and yes, it never lasted for long. I saw my youthful potential never to be used at its full. What a pity. I saw years after years doing nothing. Years that passed finding me between the bottles. Wasted years... And then I fell warmth inside me. I saw her face. Her beautiful joyful face. Here eyes were like black pearls, shining with depth. A seizer depth. I tried to reach her but she disappeared right in the very moment my body hit the cold sidewalk.
There was a brief moment of deafening silence. An almost unbearable pressure. I was lifted some few feet above the ground and saw my inert body in a pool of blood.
I heard screams, people running. I heard sirens. It was the last time I could seed unrest. As I was fading away I could hear a little girl saying: "Look mama, that man fell. Wasn't it too soon?"

Wasn't it too soon?