Do you know how it is
to give in to the everyday
untold desperations?
During the long sleepless night
Am I getting slightly old
by letting a hope go?
Am I getting slightly old
by telling a small lie?
How do I look with
my awkward face?
Do I smile properly?
Getting the darkness down,
I can see a little solace
When the sad moment is gone
I feel enfolding epiphany
Am I getting slightly old
by letting them all in?
Am I getting slightly old
by passing it over?
How do I look with
my watery eyes?
Do I cry properly?