A world of responsibilities
Around a round
And all I want to do it run
To the end of the lane unending and long

No excuse is youth
I've grown

Don’t cast your belief upon other people
  or think yourself too dreamy or not
no lasting deal is ever left on the table
  no potential memory is wrought with forgot

Cast stars like lines and looks like dice
  and roll and roll yourself ever on
say yes to the self which you’ve yet to be
  speak truth to the could of want and beyond

There are days on one knee when
I fall for myself
And others then where I
divorce into the dark deep
nonexistence of sleep

The future can have the kids