The Old Is Faded

Dullness creeps up
Now comes the yearning
To get back up
And find a new way

The old is faded
The threads are coming undone
The paint chips are increasing
And everything is falling apart

You take that old book bag
Shove it in the trunk
And one of these days
You hope you’ll make it

Because this is getting old
The excitement is wearing off
Those visions of dreams
How happy you are
Are slowly disappearing

Take that seat
Sit there for awhile
Watch as you learn
That the outdated
Can be the safest
So don’t take it for granted

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