Self-expression is all I have, to navigate this world of ‘spin’.
Common sense, my north star!
Faced with the fact of shrinking physical capabilities.
I turn to the tools of age, physical and mental fitness.
When four walls become the horizon
And nostalgia is the order of your day.
The moth to a butter-fly; becomes a stage in your reality.
How do you embrace this reality with enthusiasm?
When saviours gather, the topic becomes a cater log of ‘medical issues’.
“Back in the day” becomes a catch expression.
Bonding takes place, God takes centre stage,
When fears and hope are bed fellows, to soften our way.
Time is an integral aspect of our lives.
In fact, it’s all we have to define ourselves,
Our slave master, and its inescapable.
We are all allocated the exact same amount,
calculated to the second.
