I’m growing old, my race is run,
Walking down aisle after aisle,
Confronted by the countless ideas I’ve spun,
At least I’ll go out in style,
The future never waits,
Always five paces ahead of my best speed,
I can never truly hesitate,
Can catch up but never exceed,
Until the exhaust goes out,
Bringing me to a sudden halt,
Win or lose, it’s over, my bout,
All memories and monuments are locked in the vault,
Will your legacy live on, who’s to say?
But keep living on, day after day.
