Urban designs and desires pump adrenalin
I am rushing past my own life close friends and kin
On every threshold of success I get restless again
Abundance is a risk I look at success with disdain
Gratefulness for tiny things escape my comprehension
Every morning when I open my eyes I have apprehension
Tons of material manna collected from some local heaven
Is this the happiness I sought I have no recall or ambition
Psychedelic lifestyles to impress the high and mighty
My voice is going shrill I think my mannerisms flighty
As I grow, old routines slow wisdom catches up politely
I gift myself the luxury of time my spirit becomes sprightly
If you did not know how old you are how old would you be
If you could revisit slices of your life which ones would they be
Good times happy times crazy times sad times all temporary
The ones that leave behind both a tear and a smile are worthy
Feel the crisp and crackling sunshine in your eyes at dawn
And take a reality check. You are alive the Reaper has gone
To collect another soul. While you seek more and become pawn
Beyond your acquisitions what are you if all desires are shorn?