I've never been so young in all my life
It's not a fountain I've found it's not vitality
I've never been so green in a red world
It's not the color but the experience.
My heels are soft my hair is trim
There is no wool growing on my skin.
A wise man once wore my shoes;
The shoes have worn out all their use
You cant (very well) wear an old hat
If that hat don't fit like it did.
But an old wise man once whispered,
"You just gotta keep doing what you've always done,"
As we stood on golden shores of achievement together.
Does the same advice still stand,
when you're head is buried in the sand?
"Help! Help! Help! I can't speak!" I cry out in my mind
Just sever my body and let the tide take care.
But don't say I (didn't) let myself go without trying.
Youth has become me as wisdom has returned to its writer
God giveth and God takith away
My image mirrors my loss.
I will write because this is so and this is now:
All the doctors have exclaimed in unison,
"You've lost your time! You've lost your time!"
But they are doctors, who can see only the outside
They aren't speechless, floating in a vessel
They've got things to do! Money to make!
But that's how I know they're right,
They have to be quick with truth
Like a stealy jab
And be gone.
Because, time out of mind, is contagious.
Because, no one (really) wants to go back
To their childhood.
It's not a fountain I've found it's not vitality
I've never been so green in a red world
It's not the color but the experience.
My heels are soft my hair is trim
There is no wool growing on my skin.
A wise man once wore my shoes;
The shoes have worn out all their use
You cant (very well) wear an old hat
If that hat don't fit like it did.
But an old wise man once whispered,
"You just gotta keep doing what you've always done,"
As we stood on golden shores of achievement together.
Does the same advice still stand,
when you're head is buried in the sand?
"Help! Help! Help! I can't speak!" I cry out in my mind
Just sever my body and let the tide take care.
But don't say I (didn't) let myself go without trying.
Youth has become me as wisdom has returned to its writer
God giveth and God takith away
My image mirrors my loss.
I will write because this is so and this is now:
All the doctors have exclaimed in unison,
"You've lost your time! You've lost your time!"
But they are doctors, who can see only the outside
They aren't speechless, floating in a vessel
They've got things to do! Money to make!
But that's how I know they're right,
They have to be quick with truth
Like a stealy jab
And be gone.
Because, time out of mind, is contagious.
Because, no one (really) wants to go back
To their childhood.
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