Though I wake up with aches and pains from earning another day of age. I still feel the impulsive carefree boy inside, fighting to get out of his decaying cage. I like every other man can't fight or hide from the cruel sharp teeth of time. But I will live everyday with the heart of my inner child, to old age I will be blind. I keep telling myself I am not getting older, only better and more refined. But every wrinkle and line I have earned I will wear with unwavering pride. Cause my inner child only sees the reflection he cast from deep inside