I am terrified of getting old.
sometimes I wish I would've gone out
like a legendary musician with an overdose,
or a bandit in blaze of bullets,
but my fate is fixed for something else.
I hope I have a few more wins within me
before my deed is done by death.
get me back to Brooklyn by summer
so I can hitch a home to my hip,
because I will be dancing down
until my last days quit.
if I didn't die young,
I want to live forever.