In the prologue the heavens parted
Ejecting me on my noggin
Like an egg, my memory cracked open
Where should I begin?
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Chapter one was my first appearance
The golden fifties not so nifty
My shadow hid from the sun
Chance of success only fifty-fifty
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Chapter two, the world is a zoo
Drones trained to live in cages
Unchained by the power to think
Inside, my imagination rages
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Chapter three, light fades into darkness
Morning is electric, the fuel of dreams
A young spirit ponders adult issues
The 1960s world goes to extremes
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Chapter four, on the inside looking out
Or outside, always wondering why
The seventies widened my worldview
I saw the future in my mind’s eye
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Chapter five, the 20s we feel alive
No limits, only blue sky
Mistakes are more easily erased
I get the feel of a jacket and tie
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Chapter six, fast track, no looking back
Greed is our god, the bellwether
Success, life on high octane
A bachelor without a tether
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Chapter seven, to the summit
Realities and self-awareness abound
Middle years are a surprise arrival
Buried head, forgot to look around
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Chapter eight, I’m late I’m late
Gravity, no friend of mine
Shoes of lead, some dreams are dead
I’m the end of my bloodline
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Chapter nine, endless whining
I no longer resemble my younger self
Wives come and go, years won’t slow
The world spins, as I set on the shelf
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Chapter ten, notions of what could have been
The river seems to get much wider
I’ve been to the other shore, looking for more
No longer a fastballer, just an off speed slider
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Chapter eleven, shorter walk to heaven
There’s gold in them there years
Smartly mining them with each sunrise
Finally staring down those fears
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Slowly approaching the epilogue
Walking hand in hand if she’ll have me
There’s still a world to explore
Forever, together we shall be
Ticket 2 Ride 