A reflection on aging and the decisions one needs to make before time runs out. Do we be bold and go forward towards our dreams, or shun them out of fear?
Theres a rhythm
Ive been driven to,
And it must be in my genes.
The ticking tock
Of the body clock.
Age knows what it means
To masturbate
Or procreate,
Markers in our lives,
To cogitate
Or activate,
Before we up and die.
Lifes so long
When youre young,
You dont think it through.
Get in quick,
Soon youre sick,
Then theyll bury you.
Faster clock
For the womans lot,
It better happen soon.
See it bare
Or do you dare,
With a baby and a spoon