At 37 you drew a line
Above the forest, below the sky
You want no lie but a normal
Piece of mind
When your mind was blank
You were anxious with hands
Shaking helplessly
You were never like that
You were no more a living thing
At 37 you started to count
Down, time did matter
And you planned a lot
To be yourself
For this time, you were gambling
You might lose forever, or
You might really be you once