I've spent it losing races,
Worn through my shoelaces
With countless (too short) paces.
        But you know what I mean.
Falling in love with faces,
Shallow shadows my eye chases
Through the old familiar places
        Of my monotonous routine.
And even on the off-chance
Someone reaches past first glance,
I won't ask for a dance.
        My old coat just won't come clean.