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.)