The world keeps spinning
And you’re stood still
Everyone’s gone into remission
And you’re just getting ill
Keep the past in jars
On the windowsill
Just staring and glaring
Around and distilled
A thousand bad habits
You’re trying to kill
A thousand coping methods
That just make you feel
Your birthday tomorrow
Spent the eve giving advice
To a kid you’ll never know
Like lecturing those friends
That couldn’t take it slow
That ran head first
Down paths overgrown
Now you’re obsessed
With hope
It’s got you right
At the throat
Arms snaked round your bloat
Praying they’ll take heed
Of the words that you wrote
As if you can prescribe
Every last antidote
You’re getting older
More refined
Nowadays you just don’t
Have the time
But you feel the world’s weight
As it bares down your spine
It always feels too late
Always feels too high
Not more chance at life
But less spell to die
The dogs start barking
And the baby babbles to a cry
Last day you’ll be in this bracket
Or categorised
So hard to admire
Anything I’ve achieved
Because just like all birthdays before
You have this self apathy
Proud of everyone else
For just managing to breath
So hard on what you’ve done
That peace seems impossible to retrieve
And like he always says
Look at you, basking again in misery
But you seek familiarity
That’s the real remedy
You’ve had twenty five goes
To get accustomed to a birthday
Why you so anxious
Like it’s the worst day?
You’ve got nearly all you ever planned for
So don’t burst grey
Amp up that technicolour brain
And celebrate!
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 