Follow, you were always one to call out and always one to hold on for your life. You¡¯re reckless; reckless you¡¯re not waiting, waiting for the red lit young street light. But I don¡¯t remember a time when the young didn¡¯t become old. I¡¯ve forgotten the footprints laid down. There you go, on your own caught in the morning sun. There you go. I watch you grow and I realize I¡¯m happy now. Grown up, hoping you remember. I sit here in the old house your childhood home. I wonder. You¡¯re living on your own now. When are you going to slow down and let me love you? I¡¯m old and I¡¯m wrinkled. I¡¯m star struck by all of your young grace. Why can't I watch you proceed on your own? Now that I¡¯m over the edge. Now out of time.
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