Lucid Dreams

Perspectives

Usually I give off a serious vibe
With every stroke; every line
You'd probably picture me old
Shut in, just, waiting to die
Broken dreams woven into the seams
On my face; rocking wrinkles with grace
Smiles replaced with frowns that are
Laced with rage too common for my age
When I was younger I could take on Triple H
Now I look like a chaperone
Ruining a hot date (Everyday by the way)
Youth had me all excited! You know! Destiny
Fate!
Now I barely have the strength
To lift the fork off my plate

Cheer up old man, in fact give us a break
You'll get even older sitting around to complain
Real youth only dies
When you send it to your grave
It's sentenced so in your brain
When your body aches with age
You submit to its decay
But you are not your body
Nor the book nor the page
You're the words that give it life
The hope that comes with the rain
The Butterfly; Innate
The Samurai; The Sage
So your battle cry should change
Get a grip and shove that dull coloured paint
Down the drain