hello fellow traveler, young and eyes full of fire
you remind me of what it was like to feel so alive
what you lack in experience, you make up for with hunger
whatever wisdom i have is yours without charge if you want it
but if you’re anything like me when i was like you
you’ll insist on carving a path you’re convinced your path is brand new
and if the lesson is still the same price
when it’s finished the fire in your eyes won’t burn quite as bright
but you’ll be alright
hello fellow traveler, smack dab in the center
of when you were born and when death will most likely occur
by now you’re familiar with your limitations
sometimes you’d like to throw in the towel and just accept your station
but at night when you lay down, is it just me
or does a voice turn on in your brain that won’t let you sleep
and does it tell you what you already knew
that it won’t allow you to throw in the towel even if you want to
i guess we know what we have to do
travel on travel on
hello fellow traveler, old and approaching the end
i’ve so many questions i worry the answers will never sink in
like have you loved too little, have you lived enough
do you feel like you’ve made a difference, does it even matter that much
and as you face the unknown have you any regrets
could you have done more, do you feel like you’ve done your best
have you any fears left or do they die out with age
peace be with you as you live out the rest of your days
and goodbye fellow traveler