Press Play

Press Play at birth and all you ever do
Is go forwards
Crawling, walking, running
Eventually to slow down again
Feel the pull of the end
As the tape of your life is used up
The little left even now spooling itself away
And you wish you had avoided those Fast Forward times
Always looking to the future
In makeup and high heels
Longing to appear older until you were
With chewed up ideals and tangled memories
Finding you were all played out with no Rewind button
Only Eject