Growing

This tightness in my shoulder,
is getter worse now I’m older.
Guitar strings pluck over the joint
and I can’t take this pain anymore,
now I’m not insane anymore.
I can’t quite see the point
as clearly as I used to.

You loose that invincable feeling,
you hit an invisible ceiling
as the rings mount up.
Like a tree grows though,
have to realise,
nobody cares about me but me.
And the ones that care
can share in the glory.

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