275 : 1/10/99 : I Am Neither Wise Nor Young

I am neither wise nor young
A truth that lingers on my tongue
between wild youth and sage old age
On that strange pinion hung
Faced with a childish half writ page
And prospects that I cannot gauge
the road less traveled has been turned
Into an offramp to a cage
that waits with all things that I spurned
the lessons of the world I learned
when all was fresh and all was new
And all the fire inside me burned
But continuity’s the glue
And here’s a lesson sad but true
It fits ill still I wear the shoe
It fits ill still I wear the shoe

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here