My mind is racing
This old body is chasing
The past’s dreams erasing
Always life is out pacing
Just trying to survive
Turn the corner to arrive
The bus just left
Everything is a second guess
Youth in the mirror
The answer is clearer
Time is a terror
Life with heavy fetter
Run boy run, grab the brass ring
Tripping in the race knees sting
Body aching as bones breaking
Nothing given everything taking
Greed brings a harsh need
Need a wind in the reed
Shrieking sound of want
Passing thoughts that haunt
Always the grave waits open
Like pacman always gulpin
One day demanding it’s token
Till then running and hoping
Broken bleeding crying needing
Fallow mind twisted and screaming
The ache inside unable to hide
The scars of a wild life of pride
Chase the wind once again
Lost in the mass to blend
Never quite able to win
Fate tosses the die again
One day dust in the wind
