My golden years are a retrospective view Doubtful, not sure, might be a last dance One day I was gum-chewing with my Batman yo yo Now my soul is rubber, and it leaks on the outside Faded away from the youthful days Once giddy pleasure Now it’s all so serious
The teen lifestyle washed over within seconds Sure it’s fun to friends Entertaining to have enemies But the squabbles and meanders slow you down The pitiful liars and desperate seekers Worship through blasphemy whatever they care Limbs don’t respond Thoughts and actions don’t line up You see it for what it truly is Baby You’re in danger of maturing
Forgotten and dazed Sitting in a broken armchair It's difficult seeing through the fogginess Finding the missing hours Difficult on a drowse
...I work only weekdays (don't we all)... ...Fantastic gatherings on Sundays (family days)... ...Jimi Hendrix, he's good (bit of an understatement, mate)... ....He's the kind of guy I wish I could... ...etc...