In the throes of a mid life crisis
Yearning to raise a family with you
But sometimes I just
Want to scale down the mountain of expectations
Let me ID run free
A selfish fix
Hit it and run on to the next one
Nothing too serious
Kick it and what will be
Is what it is...

Will you still have me
Let alone keep the door open
When I come to my senses
Realizing that there is more
To building fences then supplying the wood
Just wondering if I have what it takes
For a deep love profound
It isn't your fault
Sure to fall its mine...

If growing older
Means the fire
Doesn't flicker as brightly
Where the spite
Becomes a placid smile
I don't wanna face it
You can take and shove it
Where hope never shines
But my body doesn't lie
Don't misunderstand this
I'm not ready for the old folks home
I just don't bounce back
Like I used to without a Herculean effort
Perhaps, I'm paying the price
For the days of yore
Infallible, Untouchable
Perhaps, I'm scared
Full of shame
For even considering
Leaving your embrace
And bringing a stain
To your angelic face...

The state of affairs is grim
The easy way would be
To let sin have its way
And pray that I return in one piece
Peace of mind
Along with wisdom to share
But this soul is threadbare
And only a fool
Would try to cheat death not once
But twice...

P-Sep 4, 2007/Bowling Green