And when you’re dancing
To the old tunes
At the nineteen-nineties disco
And you turn to 
All your old friends
And you don’t know, where will this go?

You were young
You were healthy
You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy
So you swayed and you swerved
Through the things you deserved
It was oh so clear
You were young
But you’re ageing
And the end is like a shadow there, waiting
Because fun is for the feeble-minded
Whom no treatise can justify

(Source: joanofamber)