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An Old Mind Gets You Old
Always try to figure out
Where it is that it is going
Where the future is headed to
Future holds the key to present
Present holds the key to progression
Breathlessly, effortlessly intertwining
Sharing ideas, whispers through time
While meeting Captain Beefheart
For the second fucking time
Stumbling out of the 60’s starry-eyed
With hearts paving progression’s path
Progression is an idea
An idea that there’s worth
Worth in what’s being forged
Forged within the present
To progress beyond present capabilities
Is to want the feeling of present to live forever
Always asking how to move
Moving forward is the art
Staying instinctive
Remaining relevant
Don’t grow old in
Your time’s best moments
Holding onto the present of your youth
Gets you old, makes you irrelevant
The most impressive men and women
They’re the ones connecting the present
The presently presented dots of the day
Who are still searching for what’s next
Still sitting there, in the gutter, with the kids
Asking, is this it? have you kids got it?
Have you, yes, you, have you
Found that intangible parameter
Of growing old in your head
And tenaciously chosen
To sidestep around its ugly truth
Its saddened cheeks of decay
Its creaky hips of dismay?
You can tell a relevant man
All from his face
If he’s still smiling at nothing
While smiling at everything
In the one throw away moment
Irrelevant men know the path
Of their youth well
The new seems scared of them
And them of it