The Years

What to do with all the years?

Starin down at my sense of place.

Fulfil, thrill, buzzjoy, buzzkill,

What is my true face?

Languishing in my current ploy

To get along in this life.

Taking the easy option

Yet feeling the sting of the knife.

Elevate, don’t be late.

To the party in your name.

Time can seem so infinite

But there’s always an end to this game.

So after all these years

When the game comes to an end.

Have I been merely a slave,

Do I have a life to defend?

When I’m starin down at myself

What’s the next move to live?

So many years, so many moments,

And a heart that wants to give.

The years the years

Bring smiles bring fears.

The years the years

Ramble on, change gears.

The years the years

The years the years.