Wisdom Is Overrated

The older I get, the younger I feel

I try to hold on to any form of freedom

A song may take me for the moment

Bring me to 1988

Familiar smells and unlit roads

Yet not a star in sight

The wiser I get, the older I feel

I’ve heard this song before

Such a familiar voice that I now share to my own

We stand twisted in the moment

Untying the knots of our time

Not taking a breath and looking up