Thirty
five and trapped in mediocrity
Where did the twenties go?
I sucked the moments right out of time
Excuse me but have you seen my life
I left it somewhere, back there, along the road
And now I’m feeling pretty damn old
I’ll never be the picture perfect boy on the cover of some magazine
I’ll never be solid, ripped and six feet three
But does size really make you happy
I’ll never be more than what I am, you see
But I am greater than all that you perceive
Thirty five and still wanting more
Not ready to be culturally ignored
I paint the scenes of my reality
And there’s still time left in the glass
Who cares if I don’t have the perfect ass
It’s only misperceptions that are left in the past
I can still be anything I damn well please
I can still be the man in the life of somebody
It’s all still good by me
I can still be the greatest love not just the fantasy of
But hey, it’s still just me
Cause I can still be………times infinity