Young and golden,
He got a prize of beauty,
And felt the gaze often
Upon him. Then I came by,
Caught those eyes,
And maybe took her away.

Young and lazy,
The love I had I'd had so long,
So long I forgot to water it proper.
Then a boy came by,
Caught her eye,
And then she went away.

Old and blue,
Busy too long with
All you do, don't think too hard.
Probably a reason it broke.
Maybe the soul is singing.
I hear echos and choral lull

Rake grooves in my heart
To be filled by momentum
Towards a greater light.
A good man thinks long.
A good man's charge is brief.
He will fall, fail, and ignite sometimes,
But now and then he shines.