how old are you still, and can't be again because it comes away in shades and shades and a passing to and fro you can keep up but behind in a slow down fashion the kind that makes you remember to much and forget all the same. are you running or just dreaming can't you tell and why don't you now when you are sitting in the cold with warm coffee when you are planning a future, but shouldnt it have happened already? but what is future but past from tomorrow in todays deep furrow making you hungry and sharp and its a time ticking and clicking its way your way through the middle straight and sure round and tricky in its circulation so many places to get lost but found