I’m wistfully pondering backward, at the days I used to jog, now with arthritis pain its tough
Hay fever was not a bother, as the seasons always turned, but now it’s only getting worse
All this musing is quite futile
The center welcomes my arrival
I return, I return
My memories going nowhere, granting my mind a break, as I lie here wide awake
All this musing is quite futile
The center welcomes my arrival
I return, I return, I return, I return
Nostalgia, alluring,
Karma, merely being, merely being
I no longer need approval, I do what I can
All this musing is quite futile
The center welcomes my arrival
I return, I return, I return, I return