i used to get a kick out of alot of things
but i as i get older i realise my choices for thrills
start to get thin and
i find myself standing around and waiting a lot
when i might’ve been jumping
or at least walking in circles
a few years back.
where do we go from here?
do my choices thin even more?
i’m tearing my own choices away, no one’s doing for me
but it seems like all our hands are on each others’ fabrics
all tugging at it as we mellow. (although i’m not too sure if mellow is the right word to use.)
