Little Life, Little Hell

Just this once, for the rest of your life. You start and stop and start again. Greet the world at 21, the girl, the job, the starry sights. Before you know, you're 25, you blinked it by. You sleep tonight, just like them, and then, again, again you're 21. Forget the end. Forget the wife. You lived it then, you will til when. It's coming back, it comes around, you're 25, it's over now. Younger days are bound to bend, this sleepless cycle just pretends. You cannot die, you cannot end, young until you're young again. Never born but never dead.