Maybe Too Fucking Young for a Midlife Crisis, But What Can You Do?

That haunting voice whispers low

Deep inside

"For how long you think you'll be able

To change your mind?"

How long until you stay the same

And stay behind?

Until you die

People lift some cloth up

But no one sales

The waves of time

Everyone is a cheap psychic

A thousand futures for each mind

Every poem you didn't write

Every tear you didn't cry

Everything you haven't tried

You can still try

Just not tonight

When do you know there's not much light up ahead?

When do you start turning your head?

What good is the bright behind your back?

Why does it fell brighter now

That you're not there?

'Cause you're not there

You're squinting harder

And to be fair

You just got used to the dark

When the could's changes to could have's

Does it feel sad?

Or does it make you glad

To trade dreams for contentedness

As you sit back

And watch the waves

And watch the ways

People pretend to stear their boats

And get washed away

I know

It won't be so bad when I'm there

And it will also be worse

I know I'll stop running

When my feet hurt

I know I'll fight it 'til the end

But live to see the post show

And the never ending feeling

Of never wanting it to end?

Well, by then...

Bye then

I have some running to do

*–Funny little creatures

Those playing by the sea

Do they live to create memories

Or do they live to leave a legacy?

–Oh they live because they live

The rest is just stories

Cause in the end of the day

They all need to sleep*