Rented P.a.

Behold the cruel ravages of time

I fear the intervening years have not been kind

One day you lose a step

Next day a little more

Now panic and regret are

All you got in store

We have a simple choice to make

Lament the decline or welcome it with grace

The metamorphosis

The dispossession of

Cravings that haunted you

Kept telling you "you are not enough"

Why are we never enough?

Don't pine for glory days

There never were much anyways, so many missteps

So much cringe and regret

It's too bad just as things are

Finally getting interesting, it's time to go

Squeeze everything you can out of these fleeting years

Remember back when you were young?

When I was your everything, your everyone?

Now you're the beast patrolling your domain

What a gift to watch you bloom though I decay

Wish I could freeze this frame

When you finally lower me into that grave

Take off to the great white north sputtering out of a rented P A

Spare a prayer for wayward souls

I could use some help to find my way

Then get back in your cars and get on with your day

Destiny awaits

Don't pine for glory days

Never were any anyways