Fades to night

Reading words and playing songs
skipping thirds and righting wrongs
days unkept and brainwaves flow
eyes have wept and pauses will go
stop to think is going from far
wet is the ink which fuels the car
mine is a life it's what I'm told
cuts like the knife that's new not old
sleep is the thought that makes us die
aging I've caught with the question why
longer are days when you are young
many are ways to enjoy the fun
older is near it's just in your head
a vanishing year building the dread
lose your age so easy to say
hard to gauge difficult to weigh
time is gone this is the light
life is drawn but fades to night