Where Am I Going Paroles

Losing directions from growing infections
Poisoned desires of reaping life so young
What will I be like
When my head is bear
And my legs are weak
Will I be strong or barely keep alive
When I'm thirty-five
Reaching dimentions that shatter conventions
Leads me to fear that I'm growing old too soon
With every step and every breath
It's farther from youth and closer to death
And that things I've realized
Now beckon me to shut my eyes
And I will grow to the age of maybe eighty years
In such little time
With this venturous mind
What am I saying
Don't I know myself from experience
I'll never change
Nor cease to sail the sky Youth will go