Get me right, buddy
It is not the age that caught up with me
It is I who got caught up with my age
On my two feet firmly on ground
Viewing the world with my two eyes
That say the world is beautiful
My two arms open to welcome
The next few exciting years
How many? I couldn’t care less
But I am ready for a makeover
To shed my inhibitions harbored through the years
To inhale in my next breath like a guy gasping for breath
To listen to the melodies still unheard
To pass on helpful hints about
Destiny is what you write yourself