I was glad to be 21, Immortal, unharnessed, inspiredI was a veteran beach kisser in a green trench coatTuned in and wired, turned on and…Alive for the moment and charging to the futureAiming for the marrow, the essence, the cureReading between the lines of conformityI saw so much moreI think I’ve still got itThat determination, that penchant for maturityI think I know more nowSomeone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my lifeI was glad to be 21, in the legal part of my lifeA seasoned street walker in black leather garbTuned out but alive, turned off and…Aware of everything but nothing at allYou should see all the medals I wearEach pin has a story I’d like to tellBut my memories aren’t for saleIt’s hard to keep that credo flowingWhen you’ve finally realized it’s all been done beforeBut you see, futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimistI’m a realist breaching reality, a reason with a rhymeI’m still trying to break these limitationsDaring to be different, like I did at 21It’s not about wild oatsOnly sow what you’ll wearOnly wear what you believe inOr the fabric will tearDo you still love with a passion?Can you feel it burning and alive?It’s a positive force so embrace itIt’s a gift we all have inside