Barrier breached
And milestone reached
Slow and easy we go
Enjoying Life's gentle to and fro
Why strife for the scythe
When there's no way out?
Might as well faff about
And be blessedly blithe
Maybe just an exiled's excuses
Or a finger to the Universes
Stung or sung, the double tongue
Now too old to die young
Thirty could be alchemic
Or maybe just Torschlusspanik
