Wednesday, December 9, 2009

When I am old

When I am old
Too old to remember
I will tell you a secret

You will not believe me
But it will be true
I will doubt myself
And you will tuck me in

When I am old
Too old to remember
My darkest self will speak to you
And you will lie and say I believe you

Then you try to wake me up
From a secret you believe not
Fed up you think you are
No more taking it, enough

You have never been to Cannes
You have never written a book
You have never met Shakespeare
You were not even born, you will say

You will not believe it
But it will be true
And you will soon be there too
Too old to remember

Too old not to believe
And you will have a secret too

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