My Little Black Book

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39. Past Your Prime

There was a time where you took a smile for granted
When you had more friends than you actually wanted
There was a time where worries were a past time 
When you knew, for certain, that you were at your prime

And now you know
That carelessness leads to recklessness
And with nowhere to go 
Nonchalance merely masks helplessness

You sit, a beggar in his corner
You wait, like a prophecy, for a disaster
You twist your thumbs unconsciously 
You tap your foot impatiently 

You're a hunted deer, jumping at any sound 
You question every new kindness coming your way 
You stay put, refusing to lift your feet off the ground 
In your own playground, you've become the prey

You're overwhelmed at this one-eighty
Everything just gone topsy-turvy
Yesterday - in complete control
Today - utterly out of control 

So you struggle to cling on to anything 
A remnant of the past, in which there is credence
You hold on tightly because it means everything
Your better days, your key to confidence

There was a time where you took a smile for granted
When you had more friends than you actually wanted
There was a time where worries were a past time 
When you knew, for certain, that you were at your prime

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