Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'

Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

Aging is a mo-fo on the brain. Whilst the body is telling you “you stupid idiot, you can’t do that any more” - the want to GET UP AND GO increases as we age.

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution

All this time, we’d soared like eagles, and perhaps didn’t have the greatest recognition/appreciation of it. Now, we’re left to visit with our spirit.

Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

Taking notice. Before, we didn’t notice stuff like that. Perhaps aging, here, is a good thing.

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Buddy o’ mine today. Said “eh… kids nowadays.. They’ve got WII… Play Station II.. Cell phones… The Internet… we just had wiffle ball.. U don’t see kids playing wiffle ball any more… and.. It was “the best”…tonight, my granddaughter was over.. She has all that… (WII, PSII, cell, Internet… she comes to us with “I‘m bored“

Being fitty-something… whilst the bod might have slowed down, the brain is on overdrive. I wanna go, I wanna do.. I wanna see.. GOOD LORD HELPS ME take in/do as much as I can before I pee my pants and forget my name.

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

Tick tock, tick tock… we learn to abhor clocks, calendars.. Decades… friggin AARP literature in the mail…

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

You say you want a revolution, well you know.. (Victor, you dumbass, you can’t combine two songs in a blog.)… Oh… sorry mate. So noted. K, so I am prepared, kinda-sorta, wishin’ an hopin’ (Victor!).. Sorry… Ok, so, might I say “I awaken daily, thoroughly cognizant “hey, time here is limited… go/do.. Appreciate.. “… And… while I was never really an “Honor Roll” kinda guy.. I think in life generally, I get it. I appreciate it. I immerse myself daily with “tick tock.. This is gonna be fun.”


Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

Corporate Challenge Long Jump. Learned I’m old. Corporate Challenge 3 on 3 basketball. Learned “Victor, WHO are you kdding.”.. Softball, Sunday nights with buddies.. Thinking “maybe it’s time.” Understand - and I knew this too would come to pass. I will move/go/do in other ways.

I so want to soar like an eagle (or hell.. A sparrow.. Or one’a those damn honking geese) on the way out.. I ain’t gonna let crap get in the way.
Time keeps on slippin’. I want to fly like an eagle.

Happy soaring, Victurd.