Blinding

I feel the hate of a younger man, there is a war outside
You’ve got to make your way, true faith
So hard to find, everything pollutes your mind
Someone else’s dream in another place and time withheld
From the scheme in a different lifetime is there
Anything that seems so real to me right now
When a friend does fall behind, memory has been
Shattered, pull through time to save your mind
Everything is so dfferent now
Wealth is a state of mind, the ages are left behind
Uninspired, we retired, everything to another day given
Some time with you I should’ve what you always do
And it begins, I feel, the sin of a younger man