You are ready to grow up after years of chasing the wind roaring on the way to surpass crusty-throated dreams.
You were in a vortex unlike a dog chasing the shadow of your tail circular conscience seeking deliverance in a land no one had told you would be an ambitious mini-hell where alone you stood laughing but now hearing the sound of happiness.
Ah, how times move; you are ready to grow up now to walk without a care as you enter the halls of fame in the Sport
of life, love above all else that seeks your attention when you hear the wind's howl.