Sinking With the Sunset

In my old age, I am still young.
getting more punk?
something people grow out of.
what is sadness?
why is it a thing?
I was never one to jot down my thoughts.
What is life?
what is love?
questions i thought i had figured out when i was younger.
When did this happen?
what is change?
should things change?
As i look at myself It seems that
change is irrelevant it happens to the best of us.
As time goes by I still have no answers,
like lost ships sinking with the sunset,
ramblings & drawings in notebooks just to pass the time
Saving myself from myself, unfinished sentences that evoke a feeling.
It took me a while, it took me a while,
it took me your grace your charm & a smile.
it took me a while, it took me a while,
it took me a while,
it took me a while, it took me your grace your smile.
it took me a while, it took me a while,
it took me a while, it took me a while to admit that i miss you...