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(online) when I get older, losing my hair... (song for the old folks at home) tell me how can I discover where you live right now I want to know how look at all the youth online teenagers by the millions twenty somethings all around soon there may be billions and where are all the ones like me over thirty and lonely why are we not trusting life why are they the only ones who think all is fine with letting it all out online? and it only takes ten years and a pile of well learned fears to turn laughter into tears in songs that no one hears oh where are you my soulmate meeting you is my fate where could you be right now somebody tell me how we can learn to trust the net what have we got to hide just some mistakes and experience and lots of foolish pride so where are all the ones like me over forty and lonely why are we not trusting life why are kids the only ones who can interwine by letting it all out online? and it only takes ten years and a pile of well learned fears to turn laughter into tears in songs that no one hears where are you my comfort grow old along with me the best is yet to be I still want to believe look at all the youth online teenagers in their glory twenty somethings letting it out they seem to know the story so where are all the ones like me over fifty and lonely why are we not trusting life why are kids the only ones who don't sit home and pine by letting it all out online well maybe I'm a lonely old fool but I love the energy will I become a dirty old man living in online fantasy? still it only takes ten years and another pile of well learned fears to turn more laughter into tears in old songs that no one hears but it doesn't to be sad and I don't have to be mad if this is all that's left then I'll make it the best I've ever had just look at all the youth online teenagers in their glory and twenty somethings letting it out they seem to know the story and where are all the ones like me letting it out for all to see into the vast mystery, divine hopeful someone might hear me believing in love and free and letting it all out online yeah, well... now they've got my plot picked out already at the family cemetery and the bed in the home waits for me but I must decline cuz I'm letting it all out online yeah letting it out online to hell with youth I'm doing fine just letting it all out online well heee haaaw, huh? J previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |