As the days get older
I wish i was young
Scared of who i might be
And the person i willl become
Thinking about the old days
And comparing them to the new
How those days and now
Arent what there use to
Hoping not to suffer
Wishing no more pain
As i take my Vigorous journey
Down a never ending lane
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