Welcome to the stage. You passed the test.
Advice floats all around you. Could be the worst.
Could be the best.
You can take it from an addict
Or take it from a child.
So innocent. So fucking wild.
No angel on your shoulder, matching all your bets
No holy chorus. No regrets
Check out your reflection. You're looking fine.
You still have the fire. A few grey hairs.
And a brand new line.
It's not advertising: it's a rattle in the frame
Walking right beside you, signing out your name.
Heated by the sun! Long shadows as it sets
A new direction. No regrets.
Learn the reason why
You'll miss the solid ground
You used to want to fly
You just don't want to drown
Head above the waves. More below.
Overwhelming pressure, side by side, undertow
One thing in the moment, in the morning
Something new.
Pitty your reflection no longer looks
like you
Take it from yesterday until only one day is left
Sentimental. No regrets.
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