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
Although ‘home’ def has something to do with it, home is where and what you make of it. Though sometimes not by choice.
Age however never slows down. I always say it’s not how old you are, but how old you feel, physically but also mentally.
I’m north of 40, feel 30 physically, act like 15 sometimes.
But everyone’s brain and body is different. It’s how you perceive it (not how others perceive it) that you can change.
Physically I feel 17, mentally I feel 10.000. In other words, very senile, and I run around like I’m on crack.