Prisoner In Time.

I am tired,
I am old,
I am bent double,
I am ready to fold,
My eyes are dry,
All cried out,
My voice cracked,
Too horse to shout,
My body is broken,
Battered and bruised,
The toll taken,
From many years of being used,
I have little future,
And a long past,
But then none of us are ever built to last,
And I feel so out of place,
Stuck in this modern age,
It seems to me now,
That anyone can take the stage.

I have loved,
I have lost,
I have been scared,
I carry those costs,
I have tasted highs,
I have drank the lows,
I have lead,
And I have followed,
I have seen riches,
I have lived among the poor,
I have dared to dream,
And I have strived for more,
I have won a few battles,
But I always lost the war,
And now I have forgotten what I was fight for,
And as I stand here in this modern world,
Feeling like a prisoner in time,
I look around and all I see,
Are the blind, leading the blind, leading the blind.

So as I close the door,
I turn out the light,
I close the curtains,
And I give up the fight.