To Be Free

Just a few years away
Means I’m forever behind
These days I am always late
Even if I arrive on time

Not the youngest in the crowd
Lately the other way around
Those subjects I know nothing about
Remind me of the numbers I left behind

And all I wanted was for us to be free
I’m not as stable as it appears

I’m fickle and I’m obscure
At loud evenings when there’s fire
These days not much is pure
Not enough love - too much desire

I wish I wanted simple things
I wish I wanted simple things
But the self is searching for more spins
Left tired hanging on a few strings

And all I wanted was for us to be free
I’m not as stable as it appears