There's an aging in my insides, moving faster than I know.
Time is ticking terribly, across the walls and window.
It washes all around me, cold, torrential, and profound,
Raining down upon the city of myself until I drown.
Age will ruin my body, turning life and limb to whore.
It will leave me cold and lost, but worst of all, will leave me bored.
I don't want to lose that luster! Oh, the blush of brand new days!
The precious glow of life that lights the hallways of this maze.

A maze of memory and discovery – the labyrinth of our plans.
But age will find us feeling through the dark with wrinkled hands.
Can you see it? Can you smell it? I ask! Can you hear it?
The endless stimulation of the endless new experience!
It is the splendor of my spirit – what keeps my soul afloat.
But these days, I am a little boy, lost amongst the ghosts.
Oh, lost, forever lost! We are devoured by routine.
It is the reason for our deaths. It is the reason we don't dream.

Oh, how I want to fall in love and explore another's insides –
To look with guiltless eyes, uncorrupted by a long life.
I want to know and to be known. I want that endless hunger –
To search the earth from end to end – explore unencumbered
By the perversion of my conscience; the dulling down of rage;
The disease of listlessness; the cold boredom of age.
There are beauty in these breaths, yes, before and after innocence.
There is beauty in the harmony, and also in the dissonance.
From the womb to the gurney, yeah, this life's a raging journey
To be attacked and to be savored with full ecstasy and fury.
And we may scale the surly summit lest we're lost to mediocrity:
The false profits of the “dream” that they sell without apology.
Please don't let me grow old. Please don't let me get bored.
Please don't let me lose it all that makes life such a reward.
I want to run, I want to love, I want jump, and chase the dawn
Before I'm lost, forever lost... And the luster has all gone.