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I've started to notice who I've started to be

Someone who stays more often than leaves

Who'll talk and laugh, not just at my phone

A bit better at being alone

Every year, it gets a little less true

When I tell myself I've got nothing to lose

I'm just scared right now of all that I have

But I know it too will pass away

Leaving clarity

To help me rearrange my priorities

Experiential knowledge of what I can change

And what'll change me

Or am I getting old?

And just smart enough to know what I can't control

But not enough not to try anyway, anyway

I've got a question for whoever might know

Is it by design life speeds up as it goes?

So I send out a prayer, doesn't hurt much to ask

Come on, let the good times last

I'll wait for my maturity

To help me redefine what makes me happy

When all that's worth anything is who I've changed

And who has changed me

I know it's a cliché

To give up on your dreams at a certain age

But dreaming implies waking up someday, someday

Through a crack in the shades I feel the light on my skin

Thirty-three years I've been sleeping in

But the room is so cold and my bed is so warm

Think I'll dream a little more