Let's call it a premature mid life crisis A time in my thirties When everything goes everywhere Or in another term Goes nowhere A time when things are pretty much "it" All the excitement has wore down Nothing big to anticipate Maybe it's too much to say Everything's downhill from here But it's probably true Not that I'm not grateful I'm just being realistic Maybe I had too many adrenaline in the past So life's now seems so dull Happiness and fun comes in very different sizes, boxes and colors Maybe I'm just not ready yet To get tiny pale yellow boxes every other day When deep inside I'm still waiting for that big shiny rainbow box Life can never be as fun and thrilling as it was before Or can it?
a very selfish blog