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Drive
Driving all night
Driving to the back of your mind

Signs
Signs in the sky
Product of an overactive mind

Fire
A fire in the night
A fire is burning all of the time

Time
Erase and rewind
Circling the windmills of your mind

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination,
A vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance
Of courage over timidity of the appetite,
For adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a person of sixty more than
A person of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin,
But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen,
There is in every human being′s heart the lure of wonder,
The unfailing child-like appetite of what's next,
And the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart
There is a wireless station;
So long as it receives messages
Of beauty, hope, cheer, courage
And power from humanity and from the Infinite,
So long are you young.
When the aerials are down,
And your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
And the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old,
Even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up,
To catch the waves of optimism,
There is hope you may die young
Or never die.

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