I’m getting old, and starting to feel it too

I think a lot, and nothing ever changes. Put your trust in another and all you’ll get is their view, nothing to do with you.

I wonder why I carry on when its all a lie, I have a body which must die.

So why a mind? when there’s nothing new in it. Has it all been a waste of time, if this is how you end up.

Has my race been run and I’m now on an un-celebratory lap.

I’m glad I had a ‘mind’ once, but now I feed of others and they off me.

How many more years? to live in fear.

I wanna hide and not come out…

… for a very long time.