Catch me, old man.
Landscapes,
dashing by.
Years passing,
time elapsing.
And all that's left ist aging over the years.
Running from the past,
while the future was going to catch up with us.
Escaping from the dark thoughts,
the doubt that eats us up from the inside.
Be it right,
be it wrong.
If I changed or not,
If it is his world or mine,
another day of hiding,
another day of ageing,
still not knowing where this path might lead us to,
but sure is that death is waiting in its corner,
waiting for us to meet again.