July 4, 2003

Prospect of thirty

Are these the days of my youth
Have I yet to see my prime
Will this claim I've staked be barren
Or a priceless diamond mine
Is contentment round the corner
Have I passed it on the road
Blinded by the light of boredom
Am I too stuck on wishes
To see the truth unfold

Were I wiser
Were I anywhere but here
The stinging prospect of thirty
Would be less cloudy and more clear
Is there really life after twenty-nine?
Or is that when life will begin?
Will I find love, will I find happiness
Is this a game, and can I win?