As you get older
you stop not wanting
to be what you become
And this trend follows its
beat from warmth, to cold
to heat, to cool
right to its very
real end
At the start of a slow
ending story
Ending from deep
in the depths of a roasted glory
Of speeding and gliding
to the ego saying so
and slipping and sliding
in the, Super, saying to your side and your timing
feeding the dear
forms you are finding
of the fear you are hiding
ducking and diving
pushing and trying
leaning and lying
Never to know
why the Living's
a live thing.