Sometimes life feels that way.
Life, age, the sun and and the darkness,
it's hard to tell who you are in the confusion.
Give me a flashlight, a match, or your Zippo,
cause I seem to be lost
in this trench of speculations.
Half of me feels so underdeveloped
like a premature fetus in a tube
while the other half feels like an elderly cripple,
faking wisdom and getting by on checks of entitlements.
Oh boy, that's me!
The premie with a cane and a pocketful of pills and checks.
It seems quite dark out now, "do you
know the way to San Jose?"
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