Clock ticking heavy, got much weight on my back,

Used to sprint fast down the road, now I limp along the track.

Youth was a blessing, I decided to make a trade,

Now I’m stuck with the results of those choices that I made.

 

Whiskey on my sideboard smoke curling in the room,

Memories haunt me everywhere,

I’m immersed in regret and drowning in gloom,

I was passion in the night, hunger sharp inside my chest,

Now I’m staring at the ceiling, working out my own bequest.

 

AI is progressing and the young are on the rise,

I watch them chase the dream with that fire in their eyes.

They don’t know the price tag, they don’t see all the scars,

They just want the bling all the women and all the cars.

 

But me, I’m left regretting, like a soldier in retreat,

Every wrinkle on my face is a battle I repeat.

Yes, I miss the days so reckless, I miss the days so raw,

Now I curse about the losses that when I was young, I never even saw.