Now I'm older and I should be wise
Never really was a fighter
Sometimes I just lose sight
So will I pass, or be surpassed
Either way I just can't help it
And I'll just laugh
Look at all their luxuries
Pocketbook hypocrisies
Ego feeding fashion seasons
Always eating, feeding greed
Heaving and hurling and tumbling dry
Breathing and bathing and wondering why
Winding and finding a scattering sky
Flattering, smattering, tattered and fried
Under the sun blundering by your eye
Older, now wiser
Never cared to fight