O, that lovely mid-point
Where the midday sun casts it\'s light
When the beginning is a distant memory
And the end not yet in sight;
That safe half-way feeling
Not young anymore, not old
All feels good in your life
All you touch is gold;
Gone, the angst of adolescent years
Yet to come, the swirling oceans of grey
Settled, comfortable and mellow
With dreams still leading the way.