21st
I Was Supposed to be Prolific
That nagging voice in the back of mind
Oh not now, but once upon a time
Was the biggest obstacle I could find
And any hero I cared to name
Did it for the scars and stories
But never just for the fame
But life and time, oh they caught up
To all of my heroes and also to us
Gone are the days where I couldn’t sleep
Alone in my bed with secrets to keep
I would share my misery over the wire
To my fallen idol, the most honest liar
But with happiness, art finds its rest
If nothing else, to that I can attest
The paper is blank, my pen has run dry
And every year that passes
Makes me more ashamed to cry
For the childish things that I left behind
I washed my face, dyed my hair
Ignored the nagging and fell in line
Because life and time, oh they caught up
To all of my heroes and also to us
Gone are the days where I couldn’t sleep
Alone in my bed with secrets to keep
I would share my misery over the wire
To my fallen idol, the most honest liar
But with happiness, art finds its rest
If nothing else, to that I can attest
