Why does it have to be true, why does it have to be a feeling so blue
Its like going to office on a Monday, even when your birthday is on a Sunday
mundane, insane one more year older to add to your pain
twenty seven year older and not able to think about life ahead over the boulder
at work, in a online social network or even among the young achieving turks
your old age lurks, in time i guess only peace with self is all that works
spend thrift and life spent in a dirty drift
you need not head to the right or left
enjoy your linear life and stock up for the senior strife
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