When the bulbs burn out, and all is free,   and the night is huddled at my feet,   I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly,   even after all these years.      I don't need to pretend that I own my life.      Wisdom never plagued my younger days;   I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around.   So, ask about my plans, my childish ways,   and the boy who never did get out.      I don't need to pretend that I own my life.   I don't need to pretend that I know what's right.