I am missing what time can bring.
Fifty years and I am filled with tears.
And what of the forties.
Those so call mature norties.
But I am sitting here on the inside.
Just feeling free, maybe that is just me.
Maybe I have missed nothing.
Sleeping is hard to come by.
And I talk to people in my way.
Blue is my favorite colour.
Trying so hard to reach you.
But you I find hard to fined.