Still within reach

Seems nothing much changes when you look out from vestibules; The grass always looks greener if the rich ones make all the rules. You can walk many miles, moving far from your precious youth, Yet those men won't tell you if you will ever find the truth. Signs on the avenue try to tell you which way to go And yet it's always hard when the arrow can't find the bow. Even prints in the sand will someday be washed out to sea; Some may say they've been lost while others swear they've been set free. Age is just memory that has carried you through the years, Might serve you in good times or leave you knee deep in arrears. Daily dues will accrue, each penny is to be repaid, While all the plans of man will not be accepted in trade. When it comes to move take only what it is you'll need; Leave the baggage behind, there's no need for the weight of greed. Keep the contacts at hand, those of your relatives and friends; They are the keys of life upon which your freedom depends.