Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
As in being farther from home decelerates aging, or accelerates it?
As in, the older you are, the less familiar things are. Family members die and you can never see them again, no one knows or gets any media you knew, many doors close. It would not really matter if you were like a timelord. You can have eternal youth, but you will still be old. Most people miss the point of this when they say “Oh aren’t even half-way into your life! You got so much more to go!”…
…so much more of what? Just a career, and hoping to find some peace. Most activities just hit different, and you may understand people, but they won’t understand you.
Every time I meet up with a friend, I cherish it like it’s our last time. Because it could be the last time.