Why is it that time goes by At such a rapid pace Why lost in every little sigh Are moments that we waste What benefit does Time assume To age us quick and fast And what is offered to the tomb If moments never last I ask to simply satisfy A need to understand Who…
Ah, the smell of fallen rain The teardrops on the grass The beads of lasting pain That never seem to pass They force me to recall And beg me to arise As anxious teardrops fall From dark and jaded eyes And so they seem to play Among the misty fern While I just fade away…
Where do all the feelings go That used to live inside And how do I rekindle those That flickered out and died For I have searched to no avail The bittersweet debris But lost among a field of tears They hide inside of me And now I need to find a way To taste that…
I often sit at quite a loss For words and witty ponderings And doodle sad nostalgic thoughts Of all my boyish wanderings But in the end it always leaves The bitterness of time gone by For all the things a boy believes Will gather dust and bring a sigh When age has stripped him of…