I see the flowers wither
I see the seasons change
I see an infant take his first step
I see my child step into adolecence
I see my friends grow old
and my loved ones march to the grave
In this ever changing world
Why do I assume I am just the same
Oh! foolish one – ignorant art though
to the passage of time that flows one way
and engulfs all and leaves none untouched
Find the real you behind the veil and escape this place
For one day a grave will be made in your name and more fools
will watch thinking theres more time for themselves!