Liek a seller ful of old wine....

Every morning,I awaken to the same old sun,
Hoping, today's winds will bring with them some new fun.
But, Alas!! The same old winds blow again and again,
Time flies by, injecting the same old pain.

I need a cure, from this fire ant,
I'm calling out to you oh Holy saint!
But, as usual he gives no answer,
How can I continue to live in this same old sewer

Enough, is enough,
I need to grab life by its cuffs.
And surf the highest wave, soar the highest cloud,
So when i lie down, I do it without a frown.

This is MY LIFE, MY TIME,
And I'm not growing old and empty like a seller full of old wine.
I want to shine brighter than the brightest night star,
I want to drive the fast car.
Say Hello to death in a million ways,
And alive I shall walk away.
But I'm afraid as of today, only 23 I feel I'm already old,

Haven't seen or loved thy neighbour, nor the world.
This is my life, and my time,
Alas!! I feel I'm aging like........ Like a seller full of wine.