I have a funny feeling
Like something isn’t right
The ground is still below me
But I still check from time to time
Because my skin just keeps rejecting
All the youth I try to store
And my thoughts keep turning sour
As I walk towards the golden doors
The evidence is building
Life just isn’t easy
And I don’t need a book to tell me
Get ready for some more.
I know there are no answers
Written in text or stone
But I’ll keep looking ‘till I find some
Because I’m dying and unsure
Will there be a place for me
Will she join me there
Will we have more time together
Will time ever leave us be
Will I be moving forward
or will I be stopped dead in time
Will I still walk on two legs
or will I just lay down and rest?