I'm older,
I'm tired, and it shows.
I'm slighty cynical, very sensitive, questioning everything I've ever done
A midlife crisis, you could suppose.

In a week of 7 days
Somehow I muster strength for a few good things
I'm still a dreamer (and I'm not the only one)
But disappointment, no answers, bad experiences sting

And yet I don"t want to change
I miss the peace and purity of heart
But not the naivety and being played and endless trying
I like that I'm more street smart

So I am stuck, not better sometimes bitter
not here neither there
I think I've moved on, only to find I'm back at square one
Sometimes gasping for air

At times even this glass half empty is glass half full
I believe everyone comes to a standstill
I believe it's utterly necessary to go back to the drawingboard
To get wisdom, capacity and to be filled.

I'm older,
I'm tired, and it shows.
However, with God this may be a new beginning.
Who knows?