An old man growing up
A young man growing old
10 years ago so full of life
Now there's only habits left to hold
A life of urgency
Signs of struggle called
Soon he got grayhaired
and now he's bald.
Not that it matters
Not that it means anything at all
Return to sender
Pick up your last call as you
Float in and out
of the silent spaces in your head
He thinks of his future
In a few years he'll be dead
a long lasted lifetime
All the pages have been read
But there's always new books being written
Though everything's been said before
With slightly different textures
Where you stop, there's always more
Look back to a perished time
pictures growing greener every year
until their last stop
until all memories disappear
Not that it matters
Not that it means anything at all
Return to sender
Pick up your last call as you..
Take your last breath
feeling calmer, and you feel
a sense of stillness
you wait for silence as you kneel
a baby's crying
Colours bleeding into one
A life is ending, and a new one has begun