I GUESS YOU GET TO UNDERSTAND WHEN A PERSON TURNS THIRTY
YEAH MAN THIRTY AND DIRTY
BUT AGE IS JUST A WALL TO WAIL
WHILE BUIDING A FOUNDATION NAIL BY NAIL
HAMMERING WITH PRECISION AND VERY WELL AIMED
"IT IS MINE AND IT IS DONE " YOU PROCLAIMED
UNTIL YOU REALIZED A CONFLICT OVER THERE
AND BEING OLD AND GETTING SICK WOULD BE FILLED AND DEFILED BY FEAR
IF ONLY OUR FUTURES COULD FLOAT WITH ANGELS ON A CLOUD AND A FEATHER
YET AND SIILL EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE IS LIKE MORE FIGID WHETHER
I DISAPPROVEE OF THE MAJESTY IN HONESTY AND ITS PLOT
SO MAY I JUST LAY DOWN AND DIE IN THIS VERY SPOT?
FOR EYES TO FAIL, YOUR LEGS OF RUBBER MADE
AND WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT YOU BEG YOUR SPIRIT SOON TO FADE
BUT THEN THERE ARE DAYS WITH ENDLESS AFTERNOONS WHEN AGEEDNESS SCREAMS IN YOUR EARS
SIMPLY TO MULTIPLY THE FEARS
YOU KNOW WHAT?...... I DON'T THINK I LIKE THAT A BIT
AND THE LAST ATTEMPT AT GREAT SUCCESS IS REPLACED BY LEARINNG HOW TO KNIT
SO I YEARN TO DO THAT WHICH MILLIONS OF PEOPLE HAVE DONE WITH COURAGE, THE WILL AND A VOW
TO END MY FUTURE IN THE HERE AND NOW
BECAUSE I WILL NO LONGER FEEL AS IF I HAVE NOT THE MEANS TO WONDER AT THE SUN
AND IN THE DARKENSS OF GROWING OLD THE MOON BE DONE
BUT NO ONE HAS THE POWER OVER A CLOCK WITH GOLDEN HANDS
AND UNDERSTOOD IS SUDDENLY THE FACT THAT THE UNIVERSE AND CONFIDNECE HAVEFINALLY BEEN ALLIGNED
AND THEN YOU GET TO THE POINT WHERE ONE IS WISE AND KNOWS WE WEREN'T MEANT TO BE CONFINED
THEN I SEE I A ROPE AND AN EXIT WORTHY OF DEATH
HANG BY THAT ROPE WITH MY THROAT RESTRICTED OF BREATH
OR, WHEN THE DEEPEST EMOTION OF DARKNESS HAS BEGUN
PERHAPS THAT IS THE TIME FOR THE STAGE DIRECTOR TO CALL FOR THE GUN
BUT HERE IS MY CONUNDRUM I CHOOSE TO CALL CONFUSION
I AM AN INCONSISTENT AND TAWDRY CONCLUSION
BUT I CANNOT SUMMON THE WILL TO DIE
AND NEVER KICK THE CHAIR
DO I MAKE MYSELF AMPLY CLEAR?
I WANT TO DIE BUT I AM AFRAID TO GO AND RUN FOR THE GUN
AND THEN THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DECIDE WHEN ENOUGH IS ENGOUGH
BECAUSE AT NINETY YEARS OLD EVERYTHING IS ROUGH
THE ONLY THINGS LEFT ARE RELICS AND REMEMBRANCES OF DANCING DOWN
BROADWAY WHEN OUR FACES WEREN'T WITHERING AWAY BY WRINKLES WORN
AND ALL THE FABRIC OF UNCERTAINTY WE HAVE TORN
YET MY FRIEND FROM DOWN THE BLOCK DID HIMSSELF IN AND HIS NAME WAS HOWARD
AND I WAS ALIVE
STILL TO STRIVE
YES HE DID, HE JUST KICKED THE CHAIR IN
DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE KNEW IT WAS A MORTAL SIN
SO NOW I ASK, BETWEEN ME WANTING TO DIE BUT NEVER ABLE TO KICK THE CHAIR
OR THE MAN WHO WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF AND DOES LIKE HOWARD,
I ASK YOU, WHO IS THE BIGGER COWARD?
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