"Follow, you were always one to call out and always one to hold on for your life. Youâre reckless; reckless youâre not waiting, waiting for the red lit young street light. But I donât remember a time when the young didnât become old. Iâve forgotten the footprints laid down. There you go, on your own caught in the morning sun. There you go. I watch you grow and I realize Iâm happy now. Grown up, hoping you remember. I sit here in the old house your childhood home. I wonder. Youâre living on your own now. When are you going to slow down and let me love you? Iâm old and Iâm wrinkled. Iâm star struck by all of your young grace. Why can't I watch you proceed on your own? Now that Iâm over the edge. Now out of time."