You let go of past judgments
And embrace new paths of thought
Running through space
Time seems something for which you should have fought
But now it's done and it's over
You're skin doesn't greet you with the same glow
Soon, I assume, it'll hurt when I bend to mend the lawn mower
To trim the grasses that have grown while you looked away

Nothing seems right
A new perspective on space, time
I think now I'm more prone to fight
Rather than run and hide
Like I used to
Like I used to