When I was a little man The play dough came in a little can And when I touched it With my little hands It felt pleasant Now that I'm an older dude My methods have become more crude And the play dough that I used to use Has solidified Slow down You've been living too fast Move on For you're living in the past Time has Got you trapped on its line So rewind From your insides Time is the of the essence they said again and again And every time I heard them I never knew just what the meant Essence is metaphysical yet time is so abstract I hope that when I get there somebody cuts me some slack Twenty-second birthday feeling like I was 16 Getting drunk and throwing up by 11:15 Now do I fear growing older Or do I just fear my responsibilities I don't know