Follow, you were always one to call out and always one to hold on for your life. You’re reckless; reckless you’re not waiting, waiting for the red lit young street light. nBut I don’t remember a time when the young didn’t become old. nI’ve forgotten the footprints laid down. There you go,non your own caught in the morning sun.nThere you go.nI watch you grow and I realize I’m happy now.nGrown up, hoping you remember.nI sit here in the old house going to slow down and let me love you? nI’m old and I’m wrinkled. nI’m star your childhood home. I wonder. nYou’re living on your own now. nWhen are you struck by all of your young grace. nWhy can't I watch you proceed on your own? nNow that I’m over the edge. Now out of time.