Like An Old Man
I’m walking through the grocery store, wearing my, “whatever” clothes.
I know I’m over the top; looking outrageously off,
but that’s just the way it goes.
Where I been, what I done, who I am, nobody really knows,
I'm acting like an old man
wondering down the cereal rows.
I like to speak my peace, always liked beating my own drum,
and to let everyone know exactly
where it is that I'm coming from,
This young audience here seems bored
and I feel an indifference that’s yet to come.
I’m talking like an old man;
with wise words that come out sounding dumb.
Sitting on this park bench studying faces
of what seems to be successful men,
as they mostly pass by hurriedly;
looking over at me,… now and then.
their eyes question, "Who are you?"
and, "Why should we even care?"
I’m looking like an old man,
lost in his thoughts sitting over there.
I been studying things out, exercising caution as I walk on down the street.
I see the future coming fast;
more now than what I used to see.
Thoughts wander from the past to the here and now,
like some movie I seen,
and I’m thinking like an old man;
looking out for what is left to be.
I'm wise enough to know what I can and can't do
from all the things I’ve tried,
I know I’m looking like an old man;
but I still feel young at heart inside.
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