Pandora's box is growing old and starts to chip on the sides

Even the craziest things become normal once repeated

I have smelled blood
opened Pandora's box
since then it doesn't matter what I think or seek
I have handed over control

I am a pleasure junky
and that won't change
even if it will eventually kill me
boredom would kill me even faster

I have smelled the cool air
standing on top of a mountain
but I can't live on a peak
all I can do is
wake up tomorrow
and try to convince someone
to conquer the next mountain with me

Age is creeping up on me
and it becomes harder by the day
to keep up a constant high going
aches and pain is creeping up on me
can't keep running in high gear
even fun becomes an effort

It hasn't always been an effort
but it also has never been a choice
physical restrictions introduced choice
There is still nothing serious about life
but the periods between the fun are getting longer

Fun is only fun if you can share it
fun has less and less a spot in peoples lives
and is replaced by fear
only the young and bold are wise enough
to ignore reason

How I yearn for the follies of youth
to caress the beautiful body
of a young girl
passionate craziness
trying to swindle her out of some of her youth

Once there, I realize
it wasn't youth I am looking for
hit me with the unexpected
creep up on me and startle me
and I will giggle like a toddler