I found some notes
Scribbled
On the back
Of a calendar page
I don't know
If I'm more sweet or dry
But I'm
Getting finer with age
I read my wrinkles just
Like a map
I use them
To Guide my way
I don't know much
But I know one thing
The only certainty
Is change
Yeah, I've heard the things that
You haven't said
I'll weigh them carefully, then
With the rest
That'll have to do
I guess
When I'm going somewhere
On my bike
Sometimes I drive to fast
The pace is unsustainable
It's not the kind of thing
That can last
That last time
That I was serious
I hope
That I didn't come off as crass
I hope I wasn't impolite
I just wanted to make
Everyone laugh
Yeah, I've heard the things that
You haven't said
I'll weigh them carefully, then
With the rest
That'll have to do
I guess