So precious yet so short
Life is indeed to us
Walking around in circles,
wasting around our time
Later, realizing that
Our selfish runs weren't important
Praising the wrong things
Wishing a fairytale life
Well guess what, our world ain't dreamtopia
......
The passing of time is a curious thing,
It ebbs and flows like a restless sea,
And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.
In youth, we long for the days of spring,
When life is new and our hearts are free,
The passing of time is a curious thing.
As we grow older, we spread our wings,
And set out on paths we long to see,
......
Exclusive choices but to choose one,
and a confused little mind to help me out
Inexperienced of the sage conviction,
I chose that made me stout.
With thorns to beguile my fate,
afraid to walk down the road alone
cowering in the closet of distrusts
dubious of the road I chose.
......
I stood at the edge of morning,
where two shadows stretched in opposite light.
One path hummed with familiar voices,
the other waited in quiet invitation.
I did not weigh them long-
not out of haste,
but out of something deeper:
a pull that cannot be explained
by reason or map.
......
I stood at the edge of morning,
where two shadows stretched in opposite light.
One path hummed with familiar voices,
the other waited in quiet invitation.
I did not weigh them long-
not out of haste,
but out of something deeper:
a pull that cannot be explained
by reason or map.
......
The passing of time is a curious thing,
It ebbs and flows like a restless sea,
And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.
In youth, we long for the days of spring,
When life is new and our hearts are free,
The passing of time is a curious thing.
As we grow older, we spread our wings,
And set out on paths we long to see,
......
So precious yet so short
Life is indeed to us
Walking around in circles,
wasting around our time
Later, realizing that
Our selfish runs weren't important
Praising the wrong things
Wishing a fairytale life
Well guess what, our world ain't dreamtopia
......
Exclusive choices but to choose one,
and a confused little mind to help me out
Inexperienced of the sage conviction,
I chose that made me stout.
With thorns to beguile my fate,
afraid to walk down the road alone
cowering in the closet of distrusts
dubious of the road I chose.
......