words you spoke
not your meaning I hear
inside I fear
so they make me choke

ready to run and hide
with my bags
packed to heavily
to escape from myself

ate from the tree of life
why did I not choose the tree of knowledge
to access the philosopher’s stone

the day I dread
when it all comes down
to the end
judging myself, what will I
have to say

time to become the old man
no longer willing to stray
from the path