My legs aren't what they used to be.

I can no longer outrun responsibility.

Guess this means I'm getting old.

When I was young, it was light years away.

Now it moves at the speed of the rays of the sun.

I guess my time in the sun is done.

Now that I have the "warmth" of responsibility.

I can stay indoors, responsibilities gift to me.

Sit still for extended periods of time.

If I didn't know any better I'd say this responsibility,

was eating away at me.

I let responsibility catch up to me.

So I can run towards something more important.

If I focused on running away I might miss it.

Accepting responsibility because missing a goal,

can lead to the death of a dream.

Or rather the destruction of the soul that had one.

I let responsibility embrace me.

Once I knew it meant no harm.

That it was looking out for me, not chasing me.

For I was always looking behind, making sure it was nowhere near.

Didn't concern myself with what I was approaching.

With responsibility my eyes are open.

Finally seeing what matters.