Don't pass me another glass of wine
Take me to the beach, lets lay down beneath the stars and I'll be fine
Thanks for the offer of your puff
But all I desire is a breeze of fresh air to fill in my lungs, instead of your fine stuff
I'm not escaping my demons, no more
I have invited them to my party, and we plan to dance along
May be it's the aging, and I'm growing old
Deafening music and the hangovers are no more on to do list
Soulful music and the rhythm of the waves hitting the rock is what I have craving for..
The fear of missing out is always there...
It worries being left out on the happening things around
The latest party, drinking till you drop down
In search of that weed that would numb the senses
And then, senses aren't to be numbed I realised
They should be explored and exploited
That pretty sunset than your large LCD screen
The sound of gushing waters than your famous Dj
The fresh air to your smoke making me breathless
I'm growing up may be,
Not so cool now by the societal standards
And may be this is what life is all about..
Growing up, not just growing old....
