4 October 2009

Midlife Crisis at the age of 18

I wonder where I'll be
Who I will be with
What I will be doing

I wonder what I'll see
What will still be Myths?
What life will I be reviewing?

There seems to be people
Currently in my life
Who make me who I want to be
And rid it of heartache and strife
Who love me for who I am
Who I'd want to be my wife
Or brother, or best friend
To travel with me from Perth to Fife

I am that young teen
With no problems or responsibility
I love to play or start a scene
Be there for friends 
With stories of things I've seen
Make them laugh and wipe away a tear
and Say "Fuck You" to those that are mean
We live without anger or fear. 

I don't want the bills,
The tough learning hills
Or popping tens of pills
I don't want a Job,
To be cooking at a Hob
Or having to weep and sob

I like microwaves, songs and chips
Sweet summer nights and soft, tender lips
The days of Barbecues and drink
Carefree, no reason to think

The endless days
Our careless ways
The sunshine rays
And a stormy blaze
The amateur plays 
The morning haze
A drunken daze
Being lost in a maze

I want to be with those
Who make these times live on
I want to be with those
Who don't mind a con
Into being young forever
And into doing whatever

Whatever will take our fancy
Just take off without word of warning
Whatever we want to do
What tickles our fancy of a morning

Be it a canal boat trip
A musical sing song
A large whisky sip
Attempts at an Oscar gong

Buy a house
Buy a plane
Buy a mouse
Fly to Spain

All because we can!


I wonder where I'll be
Who I will be with
What I will be doing


I wonder what I'll see
What will still be Myths?
What life will I be reviewing?

I guess we'll wait and see!