The changing of the seasons,
The fear of aging time.
I'm afraid of being a slot car,
My path being set before me,
I'm riding on a track I'm unaware of.
We all fit into our notch,
Like a group of actors randomly cast,
Into a role they didn't ask for.
It's the fear of the unknown that keeps me uneasy,
My body is falling apart,
But I don't mind it all that much.
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