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.