Getting Old

Endless surprises and sad compromises

You lose a whole lot on the way

You can’t shake the feeling that everyone’s stealin’ a bit

Of you

For themselves

Brilliant flashes, inhaling the ashes with good thoughts

And theocracy

When you’re out of touch do you know that it’s happning

Or do you

Just fade away

It doesn’t feel the same

Am I losing my brain

Or just getting old?

I’m getting old