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?
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