Halfway to Old!

As long as I can remember

I’ve wanted to be old

I guess I’m very lucky that way

Because every morning I wake up

My wish gets closer to coming true

It’s like a time-release miracle

This life

A little bit each day we get there

And when we get there

We realize how much farther

We have to go

I used to think that when I had

It all figured out I’d get to go on, graduate, be free

But now I can see

What a mixed message that was sending

I thought I’d die if I was ever

“truly happy” and for a while

I wished for death

I guess I’m lucky that way too

Because every night I go to sleep

My wish gets closer to coming true

It’s like a slow-motion tragedy

This life

A little bit each day we get there

And when we get there

We realize how much farther

We have to go

I always wondered

What it would be like

To be here at an age

I thought impossible to reach

At the time

Halfway to old was twenty-two

I guess I’m lucky that way

Because I get to live and die

With every breath

My wish gets closer

Like a miracle unfolding

This life

Little by little

And when we get there

We start again