Evoulver

I'm looking back again over my shoulder And parts of my history are still unsolved And even though that I am now allot older Still it remains a mystery have I evolved Perhaps a case for scully and moulder Got to get back out there is what I’m told Fire in my belly but gun still in my holster They always tell me stand tall and be bold But then could a person be any bolder Still though I'd settle for silver than gold Someone said be a leader not a follower Sounds fermiler guess I am getting old And if I really am some kind of evolver Why do I always slip back into this mould I wish that I was that sort of puzzle solver Who could actually get a grip and take hold Again two of these verses originally apart of a poem I wrote 2005 called where do I go from here ading more deph might come back to in future add extra verse written 2012 inspierd by friends at time Group conversations........... again this has been reedited updated extra verse and put into better context so as to make better sense of what Im saying trying to use metaphores in genral talking about a person becoming more aware of ones self as they get oldder EVOULVER.