I don't feel so young or so old

I don't feel so young or so old - A song

Out the window of morning, my hills have become large mountains
But the front step confronts, and faces are too hard to wear
He rises and falls, in the very same way, but his loveliness hides it well
And the fool on that hill is more often than not just my impression

When the same thing confronts you that shortens my steps
And something that haunts us and makes our lives still
And we keep growing forward, but the cloud never lets
We've become so alike and alikeness will swallow us down.

Oh I don't feel so young or so old
Nor so bright or so light as I want you to be
Oh I feel sleepy but so full of power
If trying corrupts me than let it make every bone bitter.

He whispers to me, God, I feel so useless
Just don't tell anyone, I'm known to speak sunshine, not curses
It never will shake, though he builds up his arms
And when tied around mine, my comforts make his heart worsen
Oh if only he saw the extraordinary
That his being becomes when full and light as fruit
The fog overcome, the binds to his tooth are loosened
And every last poison he swallows for bed turns to good

Don't whisper on me, if you don't intend to follow
Though dark is the night, and hills become large in shadow
Then before we get old, let us try to make our life about something
and if that something is love, than may that be that mountain

Oh I don't feel so young or so old
Nor so bright or so light as I want you to be
Oh I feel sleepy but so full of power
If trying corrupts me than let it make every bone bitter.