Thinking about
Tomorrow
Babies, they live with no consequence
I am too old for that
Everything I do
Everything I say
Everything I spend
Takes account
While the surplus mounts
Fragments of my personality
Left behind
Joining my soul to the everlasting
To fat for fasting
To kind for passing
Be careful in this world
Everything matters
We are not babies anymore
We should be mindful
Or does that make it too dull?
