Drop the pen and put on your armour,
There’s enough been spilled for one day,
Judgment on your works will follow,
And jealous will sharpen their tongues.
The memories of youth are leaving
A bitter taste in your mouth now,
Knowing that you can’t turn back time,
And that your heart lacks fire.
The naive eyes that watched your childhood
Are gone like so many things you take for granted,
And you will allow your thoughts to slowly wilt,
Until your mind has gone,
And a body is all that is left.