Each year is different but one thing remains constant
And that is the fact that another year has been added to this life of mine.
I raise my glass to what has been given to me
May the years of getting older be years of getting wiser
I’m almost there, getting there
Slowly creeping out of the shadow
I will see daylight soon
I will be able to move on
I am not bitter
And I’m slowly getting there
I waited in line and got bored to death
so I let my imagination fly…
I first went to outer space, all the way
to the moon and back.
The people inline didn’t even notice I’ve gone
So I went on another trip
to the future far away — where cars fly
and hover from the ground,
Where pollution is a thing of the past
and sidewalks move like that of the Jetsons
Then under the sea I went.
Befriended fish and sharks alike ;
ate seaweeds and plankton, which I didn’t like.
I then went halfway around the world.
In Japan I met a real Samurai,
Guam and Hawaii where I learned to surf.
But then I got pulled back to reality
finally it was my turn.
If the line had been a bit longer,
I would have stopped at Mt. Everest
and ate shaved ice