Stay Hungry

Stay hungry The streets Are a young man’s Game They Say But even the Young break Down, crumple Little left But rubble We’re not What we Were Little of What we Thought We’d be Our blood’s Thinning as Humanity Marches On There are Some out There Crazy eyed Drunk Burning At both Ends Lightening in Their hands I bump into Them here And there It’s always Brief Always in Passing They could Repaint the Sistine chapel Or become The new Murderers Of our age It’s a toss Up to me And to Them They don’t know If they want To inherit The earth or Simply tear It apart Given time They might Figure it Out given time