Ring out the old, ring in the new
as life continues it's ebb and flow
I understand the 'midlife crisis'
as the melancholy reflects within these fading eyes
I am feeling very old
but know I am not -
Though outward limitations are placed upon my persons
signaling the rapid movement towards that decrepitude
In my perceptibility I grow transparent
within this world of magnificent color
as I question the validity of this life
Does it or did it even matter to anyone but myself?
