Lately

I think it really glazes things over with sadness
When you realize that I really fantasize
Of all the scenarios in which people are going to bowl me over.
I may be young, but I'm getting older,
And fast...Faster than I should be aging
27 going on a headstone engraving
Felt too much hurt as years have passed
Pulled through the mud more than I could take
Lately I can't stand the pace
Or even find a memory trace
of what young people are supposed to feel like
Or enjoy, 
Passage confirmed my ship's set sail, AHOY!
 Float struggling on struggling miserably.
How strong do I have to be?
The decoy is on the dummie's side,
And neither have a clue
Can't yet grasp perspective,
Waste of the birds eye view.