Eyes wide shut, I see two twos
Yellows, reds, mostly the blues
Dusty tracks remain from years past
Drifting away, but gravity works fast
Like the spectre that stalks my nights
Creeping closer no matter my flights
Sprinting towards the exit, before I cease to exist
But do I need to pace the race, so I don’t fall on my face?
Don’t know what the future holds
Just know that I’m feeling old
Scared I’ll end up in the cold
While I watch it all unfold
Will I step up and be bold
Or just follow the easy road
Will I break clean of the mould
Or will my story go untold?