At this age the troubles
Are with relationships and illness
When friends go crashing through the floors
Of their own lives
And in a coffee shop blowing cool wind
On the cinders of shame
And piecing back together all of the broken conclusions

Checking the calendars and the cycles
Wondering what the technologies will afford
Physical trainers and oils and medical breakthroughs
Understandings between partners and shared expenses
And dogs that we treat like children

And our iPods are filled with tasteful selections
Our closet garments cover our secretly aging flesh
Credit cards buoy our vanities
And the colors to stop the years

Yes in the dark from a moving train
We carry the star power of our former selves
And after the Martini’s we still rage at the stars
Will all of the intensity of pimple faced teens

Still when the phone rings at odd hours
We worry about our parents and our friends
And the morning mirror hides nothing from the soul

And in spite of it still rushing to meet dreams and traffic
With that human reckless abandon
In these our one and only lifetimes